This independent slasher flick
was shot on Super 16mm for 52,000$ and I have to give props to Jon Keeyes,
the film looks fantastic! You would think that it was shot on 35mm. The
atmosphere is gloomy, the shots are stylish and the cinematography is very
impressive.
Taking its cue from the recent
spat of slashers, this movie sports many horror movie references. We get
"Psycho", "Halloween" (even down to the babysitting gig),
"The Vanishing" and of
course, "Scream" (cell phones and cordless phones are abundant here). Yes,
it's
been done before, but here you feel that the horror winks come from an honest
place, from somebody who obviously loves the genre and not some pencil
pusher who thought it would be trendy to slap them in there. Trust me, that
makes a difference and it made me appreciate them.
American Nightmare’s main
strength is in the way that it approaches its serial killer. You see, this
isn’t another tired whodunit, there’s no mystery as to whom is doing
the slashing. The killer is revealed early on and her motive is quite
simple: she’s fucking insane! That spares us the requisite explanatory
monologue at the end and gives the film (compared to what we’ve been
getting these days) a fresh feel. When I think Jane Toppan, I think Jason
Voorhees with tits, smarts, charm and major personal issues. Debbie Rochon
(Jane Toppan) made it all happen it for me. She gives a delicious,
troubled performance that’s surprisingly grounded in reality. Jane is
not a caricature or a witty one-liner-spitting nut. She’s a loon that
could exist in reality and that makes her very frightening. Rochon really
bites into this one. You go, girl!
But
even though the movie looks
slick, its independent nature is still given away early on by its poor
coffee shop set (someone’s basement) and the initial awkward chemistry
between all of the actors (they get better as time clocks forward though...much better). But I was able to let that go. I do have two qualms with the
film though. The first being the abundance of characters; there are just
too many folks in this movie and since it doesn’t have the time to
really develop all of them, some of the kills lose a bit of their impact.
The perfect example of that would have to be the Melanie (Heather Hass)
murder. The way she bites it is very powerful and harsh. But unfortunately
we didn’t see much of Melanie throughout the film or really get to know
her. I still felt something watching her expire though (Hass goes all out
here) but just not as much as I should have.
My second pet peeve with the
film would have to be its tendency to take the easy way out of its gnarly
set ups. Examples: Why bother having the lights go off in Misty’s
(Rebecca Stacey) shower scene if it won't be addressed any further
afterwards? The scene should’ve went further than just a cheap boo
scare that made no sense (since the lights were still on in the rest of the
house). Or what about the scene where our heroes finally meet the killer
face-to-face outside the coffee shop and then just let her go? I didn’t
buy the “she vanished” thing for one second; too simple. Last but not
least, why didn’t anybody at least try to stop Jane from walking away in
the end? I wanted more godamnit! All too easy…
But
keeping in mind that the film was running on a low budget and that it had
to cut the occasional corner, it was easy for me to forgive those boo-boos. The flick more than makes up for it with its witty dialogue, the
novel use of the radio DJ, its spooky situations (the trip-out voodoo
party scene is one for the books), the effective use of the internet
(something to which we can all relate), its no holds barred approach (ever see
a girl masturbate with a knife…you will here…ouch!) some gripping plot
twists (that finale had me by the balls) and one particular “penis
cutting” bit that had me holding my crotch in pain (I felt for that guy).
Turn on your radios kids and listen to this nightmare.