It’s been a couple of months since the 365 project ended and, though I’ve reviewed a few flicks, I have really struggled finding the motivation to watch and review horror. I took some time off and watched all the Police Academy movies along with a bunch of Kung Fu and various lighter materials. And I have got my life back in order after the soulless time-vampire of writing and reviewing every day had finally come to an end. I’ve moved made some big changes in my social life (now that I can have one again) and have renewed my body and mind as a result. All in all, life is peachy.
But none of that does anything for the stack of screeners sitting on my shelf.
The Violent Kind isn’t so much a horror movie or a biker movie or a movie that can be pigeon-holed into any one genre. Unless there is a whole genre of “biker gang drug dealer romance meets supernatural movies” occupying Red Boxes and Instant Queues across the land. I checked. There isn’t. It’s a film that jumbles together genres to make something that, while a familiar concept, is still an entertaining ride. Vroom. Vroom.
A biker gang full of losers, users and abusers are hardcore badasses. They are led by a charismatic super badass who likes his fists to do his talking and his girl to give it to him hard in the sack. His moral compass was broken at birth. On the opposite end of the sociopath spectrum is the younger and slightly less violent biker named Cody. We are conditioned to like him because he only commits heinous crimes when the situation is forced and the cute girl who went to college likes him. That must mean he is good, right?
The crew heads up to a secluded house for a birthday party for one other their moms. How sweet of them. Of course, the party is full of every bit of debauchery known to man as to be expected with this type of crowd. Quite literally sex drugs and rock ‘n roll fill the scenes. College Girl and Cody have an intimate moment over a PBR and the rest of the gang parties like there is no tomorrow.
Something or someone begins to infect the partygoers and causes much blood and gore. And the sister of College Girl becomes infected by something that pulls an Invasion of the Body Snatchers on her. She’s different somehow. And not in a good way. Enter the 1950s biker gang composed of a couple of girls, a bunch of 45 records and a player, Murderball, Jazz and the leader who thinks he is James Dean. These guys show up out of seemingly nowhere and start making demands. And since they have some time to kill they hangout and give us the best scenes in the movie. Who are they? What are they doing here? It doesn’t matter because they are hip cats. Just don’t use filthy language around them.
James Dean is a quite convincing as the alpha sociopath in the film and that is really saying something. The guy gives a great performance and is the highlight of the film. Not that the other actors are bad, they’re just not given much to work with. The directors, The Butcher Bros of The Hamiltons fame, opted for gore and shot gun explosions over interesting characters. That doesn’t make it bad, if anything it gives it a Grindhouse feel and helps sell the movie to certain audiences (Read: Gorehounds).
As for the rest of the film, it is a bit messy around the edges. The combining of so many genres makes the thing a little discombobulating. And there isn’t much in the way of character depth as I mentioned; just your basic stereotypes. But I still give this one a recommendation for not being afraid to be different. It’s original and unique and should be watched a hundred times over vs. some crappy sequel to a crappy franchise.
Snore Factor: ZZZ