Wow, next time I need to see the plot first. The movie starts with a refreshingly evocative view of the countryside. Bravo, DP. Unlike the sharp realist look of Hollywood horror flicks, this one recalled the soft focus Peter Cushing flicks I used to watch as a kid. This dismal rainy hole in France looked as vast as the moors of Wuthering Heights and as exotic as the jungle in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
UM, LEARNED IT FROM THE ESKIMO, WHO LEARNED IT FROM-- In this alternate universe, Indians know how to kickbox. The main character has an Iroquois sidekick (a la Tonto), and he spins and twirls throughout the flick. Of course to make the fights fair so do the peasant-hooligans who provoke him (just not as well). This declarative weirdness (let there be kickboxing!) pervades the movie.
FIRST HALF DELIVERS GOOD ACTION, VERY GOOD HORROR-- The beast is kept well-hidden, you get scared pretty often, and relatively sensible people still get caught in seriously creepy situations. My only regret is that even a little glimpse of the creature reveals it to be hard-edged digitized CGI fare.
SECOND HALF COMES AND THE SUBPLOTS SMELL RIPE-- At this point, it starts to get ludicrous. First, the main character is supposed to be not only Sherlock Holmes but implicitly a representative of French Rationalism. Unfortunately, the movie's creators pay enshrine him in gratuitous Romantic scenes (lover, fighter, outlaw, etc.). There's nothing clear-minded about this movie. Indeed, both the main character and his sidekick are so deliriously good-looking, the movie's a romance novel. On top of that, the creators are dishing out ludicrous amounts of superstition. Besides dipping seriously into the noble savage bucket, they bring in Africa and voodoo-esque weirdness to explain the beast.
CATHOLICS, ROSEMARY'S BABY, AND THE KU KLUX KLAN-- French Rationalism needs bad guys, and that's gotta be the Catholic country aristocracy. I don't think I'm spoiling the movie to say that before long there's papal conspiracy, demonized Catholicism, and a whole bunch of crosses with blood on them. While this flavor of broadside strikes me as particularly French, the US has its own flavor (look at any 80s action movie and try to find a German who's not a bad guy). But this is still not to my taste. And then one of the papish villains rapes his sister. Yick.
CONCLUSION: GOOD TRIPE FOR WHEN YOU'RE IN THAT MOOD-- Some rainy Saturdays you want a putrid ghoulish flick. That's part of what makes them fun. (The Cushing films usually had some obscene beheading early on.) But I need to know the ingredients first. If I know ahead of time what's coming, I can stomach it better. For this director's next feast, I'm going to need to see the menu first.
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