Evo šta jedan od zvanično najvećih živih filmskih kritičara, Manohla Dargis, kaže o Unfriended:
The story is basically Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” retooled for the social-media age.
The best thing about “Unfriended,” beyond its funny-nasty title, is that it doesn’t play as remotely dull as it sounds even if most of the drama takes place inside shifting, overlapping windows.
“Unfriended” seems ready-made to watch on a computer, where its windows upon windows will take on more resonance. (It probably has a future as an academic thumb-sucker on generation selfie, gender roles and fragmented spectatorship.) Mostly, though, it reminds you that today’s horror movies still owe a great debt to Val Lewton, the producer of cheapie classics like “Cat People” (1942) and a virtuoso of shadows who realized that audiences could be entertained if the characters they watched looked like them.
Što je tačno - tinejdžeri postaju posebno iritantni tek kada se približimo kraju filma (bar za mene), kada se gradacijski otkrivaju njihove laži i prevare. Na početku su samo normalni tinejdžeri (ah, dobro, još uvek iritantni, ali taj deo razumem, i praštam).
Dargis ne brani generalno ovaj film - nema od čega. Čak mu ne daje prolaznu ocenu, iliti "critics' pick", na jeziku New York Times-a.
Nego, pustimo prosečne filmove, zanimljivije je na ovoj temi pričati o lošim. Evo šta jedan moj poznanik, Tom Čik, gejmerima poznat kao beskompromisan recenzent igara, ali takođe i bivši glumac i veliki poznavalac filmova, kaže o Green Inferno:
It’s so obvious what Eli Roth is trying to do in Green Inferno. He wants to spend the first half of the movie establishing characters so that you’ll care about them in the second half of the movie when they run afoul of savages in the Amazon. But since he can’t manage anything in the first half of the movie that isn’t clumsy, trite, disingenuous, and blatantly manufactured, the second half of the movie has zero impact. It is nothing but a few unimaginative special effects. Fake limbs, fake blood, fake CG ants, fake horror, fake moviemaking. Roth doesn’t even have the grit to go as far as the Italian cannibal movies he’s supposedly homaging. The result is pointless trash without even the courage to be reprehensible.
To je uvod u prikaz filma Bone Tomahawk, koji je nešto beskrajno bolje (po Čiku). Sad, iskustvo me uči da su šanse da se složim sa Čikom sigurno 80%, što je čak više nego sa gospođicom Dargis, iako je njeno pisanje često maestralno. (Nikad joj neću oprostiti onaj prikaz Orphan-a.
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Hoću reći, ubio je u meni svako interesovanje da pogledam Green Inferno. Mada, ovaj Bone Tomahawk...
