The Inevitable Return of the Great White Dope

It seemed such a simple task, thirteen days ago: one movie a day, every day, through Halloween.

I made the initial deadline with a review of a horrible little gem of filth titled Exorcismus; I find it strange that the worst film I have ever forced myself to witness was enough to keep me away from Netflix for two weeks. It put me into such a God awful funk that every time I would begin to watch a movie, I would spend the entire time nitpicking all of the little things that make a horror movie, well...horror. These films are supposed to have an inherent corniness to them, yet Exorcismus had such a profound effect on me, that I couldn't help but hate that exact aspect of them. This, doubled with an enhanced workload and a brutal fight with illness, kept me away from the Goon Squad.

I am back from the dead, however: this past Sunday marked the glorious return of the AMC original series The Walking Dead, as well as the onset of AMC's Fear Fest (possibly the best two weeks of programming any station offers during the year). With hopes high, I returned to Netflix Tuesday night with my first viewing of Kevin Smith's Red State (2011).

Alongside the Rev, I have followed this movie since it was first whispered that Smith would be delving into the fantastic world of horror. When it became clear that he would be tackling this project with such a novel release strategy, I became somewhat obsessed with what the outcome would be. I even attempted, back in May, to host one of the special screenings that Smith was offering, but understandable concerns prevented anything from coming to fruition.

Even though I have had numerous opportunities before Tuesday to watch it, I hadn't. It was worth the wait, however: Red State was ridiculously intense. Rarely do I find myself so anxious to immediately re-watch a movie, but Red State had me wanting more. If I have any complaint, it is that the film is nowhere near long enough; it easily could have gone on for another hour. James Parks' Mordechai was, simply put, one of the very talented actors finest roles; he attacked it with a severity that few are capable of. I could have listened to his religious rant for hours.

The gist of the film is simple enough, for those not aware of Red State: a trio of teens head to the town of Cooper's Dell for a random sex hook-up. Things take a turn for the strange, though, when the boys find themselves prisoners of the Five Point Church (fleeting thoughts of another, much more real cult, ahem, church), led by Mordechai. After the local sheriff gets involved, the ATF join the fray (allusions to other actual events from the past 30 years).

Besides James Parks, Red State also stars Kyle Gallner, Stephen Root, and John Goodman. I HIGHLY recommend that everyone watch this film. Kevin Smith has made something truly special here; I couldn't help, when talking to a friend the next day, mentioning that I think this is kind of Smith's American History X. In no way does it promote the kind of extremism that the Five Point Church utilizes, but it gives you a view of what that same extremism is capable of leading to.

Later tonight, I will be posting my review of the 1999 Japanese horror film, Audition, a movie that Eli Roth, Rob Zombie, and John Landis all said was hard to watch for it's graphic scenes of torture. Here's looking forward to tonight!