Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Hostel III (2011)
I had absolutely no desire to see this. No Eli Roth + straight to DVD = a sure to be disaster. Then a funny thing happened on the way to the bank. Respected horror critic after respected horror critic (and some assholes who illegally downloaded a copy of the film before it was released), said it wasn't half that bad. Entertaining even. Well, lack of desire turned to curiosity in about 2.5 seconds and after watching the film, I'm glad I did because it was a hoot!
Bringing the Elite Hunting organization stateside, Hostel III sees a group of guys celebrating their buddy's impending nuptials via a wild and crazy bachelor party weekend in Sin City. Toning down the irritating characters (especially the ugly Americans in part I), this sequel sees us identifying a bit with this group of guys. Sure, they want to take part in the requisite debauchery that is a part of this ritual. But they are a normal group of guys and their depictions are such that they're probably not too far off from friends that you may call your own.
Anywhos, it's not long before they come into contact with a pair of penile uplifting hottie boom botties. They tell them about a super awesome private party that you can only attend if you're 'in the know.' Of course they're thinking with their lower extremities guys and immediately jump at the chance. They cab it out to the locale which is located down a dark alley. This can't be good. But just when you think it's a set-up for what will be the trapping of these lads and subsequent sale of them to the highest bidder, it's actually all a planned party for our bachelor, the girls being strippers and in on the whole gag.
So the boys get to partying with the ladies and go a little too overboard. Drink after drink is consumed, some pass out, some attempt to make boom boom with the ladies. Other people are watching with vested interest and are keeping a close tab on that night's proceedings. The group wakes up the next morning only to find them minus one: a broheim has gone missing. Texts are exchanged just like in prior films and the text-ers lure them to a secret compound.
The film follows suit just like the first two in terms of one of the friends escaping and surviving the whole affair. But there are a couple of interesting things going on that make this one different than prior installments. First, instead of the hunting club members just killing them in gruesome ways (there is still plenty of that), there are viewers behind a one way glass mirror, placing bets on the whole thing. What are they betting on exactly? Why things like 'When will the victim cry about having a wife and kids?' Or 'How many arrows from a fired crossbow will it take to kill them?' Pretty fucked up and it adds a neat-o twist to the whole demented affair. Second, is the main twist itself as the boys learn....well, I don't want to spoil the whole thing for you now, do I?
If you're on the fence about Hostel III, don't be any longer. It's a lot of fun and interesting enough that I'm actually intrigued to see where they take this series next. Well done Mr. Scott Spiegel, well done indeed.
Cortez the Killer