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‘Cut’ (2000) Review: Is This The Best Scream Rip-Off?
Cut is a movie opaquely made to ride the coattails of the Scream franchise’s explosive success. At least, that is what I said about it two years ago in my foreign slashers article. Everything I said there generally stands; it does remind me a decent amount of Behind the Mask, though if you’re looking for a film as hilarious as that, you’re not going to be pleased. The story of egotist slasher Leslie Vernon was bottled lightning, and I don’t think we’re ever going to get a sequel to it, spiritual or otherwise.
Why Cut Stands Out as a Unique Australian Slasher
But, if you’re interested in a rare Australian slasher film made on a minuscule budget, you can certainly do worse than Cut for your next movie night. Although I stand by the idea that Cut was in essence trying to ride the wave of Scream, it ends up doing something different and surprisingly effective in how it comments on the genre.
Promising film students Raffy and Hester want to make a name for themselves with their final project. When they find out their film professor was part of the cursed slasher production ‘Hot Blooded’, a film that’s rumored to kill those who try to finish it, they know exactly what they have to do. Despite their professor’s protests, Raffy’s ragtag group gets ahold of the film reels and takes a trip to a secluded mansion in the outback to finish the story– with some minor rewrites. The guest of honor? Vanessa (Molly Ringwald), the diva who killed a murderous stuntman on the set of Hot Blooded and set the curse into motion. The unexpected guest? The vengeful reincarnation of that same stuntman.
Technical Flaws and Challenges of a Low-Budget Horror
On a technical level, Cut is rough around the edges, especially 25 years after the fact. First and foremost, it shows its age through its low fidelity transfer to digital. Its proper high-definition release or remaster is impossible to find, and certainly not popping up on streaming platforms anytime soon. This is begging for someone like Vinegar Syndrome to take it out of the region-locked hell its prohibitively expensive Blu-ray lies in. The film isn’t that long at all, but its pacing makes it feel in need of minor cuts throughout, which seems insane to say, considering it is only 82 minutes.
As far as slashers go, it has a semi-rare premise: our killer, Scarman, is a prototypical Bagul living in the reels of the failed film-within-a-film ‘Hot Blooded’. He might not have the creepiness that character brought to the table in Sinister, but the simple mask and motif fit the film well for what it’s trying to do thematically. Cut has a lot of late 90s dialogue, with some of the supporting characters ranging from enjoyable to grating. They make the slower second act of this film sometimes funny and other times irritating.
Molly Ringwald Shines as a Complex Final Girl
The highlight in the cast is, as expected, the always charming Molly Ringwald. Her turn here as a washed-up actress throws you for a loop, initially seeming to be shallow and one-dimensional for some cheap laughs. Vanessa as a character, however, turns out to be very endearing beyond the comedic relief she provides. She goes from irate movie star who expects to be waited on hand and foot by a crew of rowdy college students, to someone who clearly hasn’t dealt with any of the terrible stuff that happened to her. She makes for a surprisingly high-quality final girl.
Despite all the problems fraying the edges of the film, Cut has a special place in my heart. It’s a fun little slasher, with the story around its main character, Raffy (Jessica Napier), still managing to be compelling despite all its scuffs and scrapes. Cut isn’t just mindlessly poking fun at horror movie tropes and trying to be clever in the burnt-out trail of Scream’s meta-horror wildfire. It’s more so making fun of the way people perceive horror movies as a fruitless art, and it manages to be funny in how it does that.
Meta-Horror with a Purpose
One of the earliest pieces of dialogue in the film is Professor Lossman begging the girls to make something more worthwhile than a horror movie. It’s in that moment Cut lays bare what it’s really about: it is a meta horror movie about how disrespected the people making horror movies are.
In the vein of One Cut of the Dead, it laughs at the pains of film production. It reminds you of the thankless job it can be when you’re trying to make something you’re passionate about, as well as the thankless job it is having to sell that idea to other people. It’s about the mental grind of coordinating a bunch of different human beings to make your vision come true.
Why Cut Deserves a Watch
As corny as it sounds, movies about making movies put a smile on my face without fail. Cut is a good slasher, but its real strength is how it highlights the unexpected problems that pop up in the process of making art, and the prickly personalities forced to interact on set. So, despite its blemishes in runtime and script, it manages to be a fun spin on your typical horror comedy. In my opinion, it’s well worth watching.
There are countless subgenres within subgenres for horror, and one that feels underutilized is workplace horror. Unless you’re one of the lucky few, most people wake up at some point during the day, go to work, and then come home. It’s one of the few things in life that’s nearly unavoidable. While there are countless real-life examples of workplace violence, seeing exaggerated forms of it in film can still be fun. When I pitched covering The Belko Experiment for this month, I actually thought I was pitching Joe Lynch’s Mayhem. I soon found out how incorrect I had been, but figured I’d go along with it anyway.
Mike Milch (John Gallagher Jr.) and 79 of his coworkers are locked inside the towering building they come to work in every day in Bogotá, Colombia. They’re given simple instructions: murder two coworkers within the next half hour. When they fail that task, coworkers’ heads start blowing up left and right. When they’re given the next task, kill 30 people in two hours, they take it…a little more seriously.
The Belko Experiment’s Brutal Premise Sets Up High Stakes
Written by James Gunn and directed by Wolf Creek creator Greg McLean, The Belko Experiment is a painfully by-the-numbers film that offers little more than a handful of entertaining kills. Its futile attempts at commentary regarding work/life balance or just how bad “faceless” upper management is fall so flat it’s comical. Nothing like multi-millionaire James Gunn telling me how awful it is to have to work a real job for a living. Great work. And its one-dimensional characters do little more than create a slight sigh of relief when they’re dispatched without regard.
A singular attempt at cleverness is broached from the beginning when we see a colony of ants in an ant farm on someone’s desk. Oh, look at that, these workers are nothing more than mindless ants! But any attempt at following that slightly clever idea is quickly thrown away. At one point, Barry Norris (Tony Goldwyn), the big boss in the office, attempts to group up who should and shouldn’t be killed; who has the most value outside of work. Gunn had the perfect opportunity to make Barry a deep and more sinister antagonist. If Barry had grouped people into sets from most to least profitable for the company, we would have something. It would show that Barry is a forward-thinking villain who is trying to suck up to the people who get paid even MORE than him!
Missed Opportunities for a Smarter Corporate Villain
I’ll do you one better. After all of that, what if the bad guys that Barry recruited to help him cull his subordinates realized they were just pawns in the game of Big Business? So then they attempt to repent by killing Barry in the hopes that they can find a common means of escape from this hell? Why is there zero attempt at making an interesting story other than this shitty, watered-down Battle Royale with people we don’t give a shit about? Instead of anything interesting, we’re just given a group of baddies who try to get into the security office’s gun safe. The only reason we’re slightly scared of the “bad guys” is because they’re bad guys.
The only slightly interesting performances we get are from David Dastmalchian and Adria Arjona, even if it might be a fluke. As someone who is a fan of Greg McLean and the Wolf Creek series, something just felt disconnected about nearly every aspect of The Belko Experiment. I’ve brought it up before that sometimes it’s okay to have a film that doesn’t tell a great story as long as the kills can carry some of the weight. But to say this film has a story is laughable, and that carries over to how flat this film looks.
Skip The Belko Experiment and Watch Mayhem Instead
It’s weird how sour this film left me. When I was watching it, I found myself grimacing at some of the kills. And I didn’t vehemently dislike it as much as this review would suggest. But as I sat there and thought longer, I just couldn’t wrap my head around what anyone sees in this. Mayhem is an all-around better film that tackles this same subject but in a much better way. So if you ever decide to sit down and watch The Belko Experiment, maybe go watch Mayhem on Shudder instead.
Would it be a month of coverage on Horror Press if I didn’t bring up at least one aughts film? I know the curator of all things Horror Press, James-Michael, is shaking his fists at the sky and cursing the fact that he approved me covering The Hitcher. Of all the remakes that were so pervasive throughout the aughts, The Hitcher is one that slipped completely under my radar. And that’s a damn shame. It wouldn’t be until I found a DVD copy at Bookoff that I finally got the opportunity to watch it. Hot damn, the critics really got it wrong here.
The Hitcher: A Road Trip Turned Nightmare
Jim Halsey (Zachary Knighton) and his girlfriend Grace Andrews (Sophia Bush) are on a road trip to Lake Havasu in Jim’s gorgeous Oldsmobile 442. An unfortunate run-in with a mysterious hitchhiker, John Ryder (Sean Bean), Jim and Grace find themselves in a fight for life and death. Only, John isn’t their only concern. With the 5-0 hot on their tails, Jim and Grace must escape from a psychopathic man with a death wish and the hot-tempered, hot-faced Lieutenant Esteridge (Neal McDonough). As the odometer grows, so does the body count.
The Hitcher is one of those remakes that does not have the approval of the original’s lead, Rutger Hauer. Which is astounding to me. Sure, the original is good. But it doesn’t set itself apart from the crowd too much. Rutger Hauer’s John is slightly more reserved, and while he has an edge to him, I don’t necessarily find him overly menacing. (Don’t kill me.) Sean Bean’s John Ryder, on the other hand, is furiously terrifying. There’s no question that there are tons of issues with the Platinum Dunes remake, though, for me, the pros significantly outweigh the cons.
Jim Halsey Falls Flat
The biggest issue is the character of Jim Halsey. I love how the roles of Jim and Grace are swapped from the original film. It brings an updated, modern edge to the film and is a great way to throw audiences who have seen the original. Though I can imagine the hyper-masculine fans of the original were not too happy with that. When it was decided to swap the roles of the characters, it seems like any character depth for Jim was thrown out of the window. I think Zachary Knighton is a wonderful actor who does the best with what he has, but he doesn’t have enough to work with. Writers Eric Red, Jake Wade Wall, and Eric Bernt updated the film with tons of epic scenarios and moments, while seemingly forgetting to make the supposed lead of the film interesting.
On top of cardboard Jim, the inciting police incident just feels very forced. Grace runs into a diner, covered in blood, after she and Jim found a family butchered by John. Someone from the diner calls the police, which leads to Jim and Grace being arrested and charged with murder. Whether or not that’s supposed to be commentary on rural police doesn’t matter because it completely fails to do anything other than forcibly push the story forward.
Besides that? I hate to say, but I don’t have many issues with The Hitcher.
Soundtrack and Atmosphere: A High-Octane Experience
First and foremost, The Hitcher’s soundtrack is incredible. We start the film with Move Along by The All-American Rejects. Talk about a shot of adrenaline. And the greatest needle drop in all of aughts horror history is Nine Inch Nails’s Closer during the film’s most wild car chase. It’s hard not to get lost in this film when the music kicks in.
What really sells this film is how intensely they handle the violence and the film’s gorgeous chase scenes. It’s no Death Proof, but these scenes are miles above the Fast movies that were out at this time. In a day and age where chase scenes are overly produced, badly edited, and just plain boring, The Hitcher manages to infuse horror and action in a way that probably won’t be seen again. Watching films like The Hitcher makes me sad for the state of modern cinema. The Hitcher wasn’t made to win scores of Oscars; it was made by people passionate about telling a badass, harrowing story (minus Jim). And they greatly excel at that.
The Hitcher Is a Misunderstood Cult Favorite
The Hitcher falls in line with my running theory of post-9/11 ultra violence. We were a nation scared of what happened, what was happening, and what seemed to be on the horizon–The Hitcher bottles that fear and anger, packaging it into a nasty piece of genre. Sean Bean and Sophia Bush are an on-screen match made in heaven. They wade through harsh lighting, thick film grain, and buckets of blood to deliver a film that critics and audiences unfairly panned. While audiences may have moved along, I sure didn’t. I want to exist in a world of nothing but aughts genre films, but am forced to live in a world of elevated horror. Le sigh.
