Today is day two of eight of our whopping awesome coverage of the 2010 After Dark Horrorfest, and it’s the part that makes me the most nervous.
See, the first couple of movies in always put me a little on edge, because I’m never a hundred percent sure which one–if any!–will actually be the Dog of Horrorfest. There’s usually one in every season (The Hamiltons, Lake Dead and Dying Breed were the previous three, though Dying Breed wasn’t even that bad, it was merely bad when stacked against the others which were positively epic), and this one was my second guess. Was it a good one?
Today, we’re talking about Dread, and what’s got me terrified about Dread is just two little words:
Clive Barker’s work has always left me a little, well, nonplussed, shall we say. Oh, who am I kidding? Clive’s work has historically sucked sour frog ass and everything I ever saw of his up to Midnight Meat Train has been a sad, sorry and shoddy show that either bored me to tears or revolted me to projectile vomiting. So when I saw that Clive’s Dread had made it into the Horrorfest, I was more than taken aback.
Dread revolves around a couple of college students making a documentary about the things in their life that terrify them. But their partner, Quaid, is holding a secret from his cohorts–that he saw his parents murdered by an axe-toting psychopath. Quaid in turn has thus decided to hijack the documentary for his own ends…to subject those students to those things that they dread, and thus, project his own suffering on others.
Well, folks, thankfully, I’m not too far off as I believe I’ve found the Horrorfest’s dog. Dread spends the first two thirds or so of its run time being chatty and just generally boring as all hell.
The last third will be filled with pointless brutality.
There is one high point, however, in the irony involved in the last ten minutes or so. This irony is awesome but not nearly awesome enough to make up for the fact that I spent the first hour or so trying desperately to stay awake. And the irony doesn’t last long before Barker slips into his other standard, disgusting.
Again, I don’t even know how this misery tour got into the Horrorfest in the first place. When it’s not boring, it’s disgusting. The only real saving grace to Dread is that when it’s disgusting, it’s at least not boring.
The Screenhead Ten Scale gives this vomitous snoozefest a three out of ten for insulting the Horrorfest by its mere existence.