I actually really enjoyed the first hour of AFTERSHOCK. Director Lopez takes his time setting the plot in motion, with the first half-hour establishing Eli Roth’s divorced American tourist, in Chile for some Wolfpack-type partying with two Chilean buddies he meets on his travels. He even drunkenly hits on Selena Gomez (a fun cameo) in one particularly crazy club, before being talked by his buddies into going to a new, exclusive club in a coastal town. Big mistake.
Once the earthquake hits, I was having a ball. I’ve always been a sucker for disaster movies, and watching clubbers getting crushed and killed by falling debris are the kind of goofy exploitation-style thrills I like. But- in the last thirty minutes-once the survivors run afoul of some escaped inmates, the movie became a little too HOSTEL-like for my tastes, with long agonizing rape scenes, and prolonged death sequences. I despise torture porn as a genre, and this section of the film qualifies as just that. Roth’s character, who was set up as the star, also takes a backseat, with Andrea Osvart emerging as the heroine, as she tries to protect her wild younger sister (Lorenza Izzo) from the inmates. It’s all in pretty bad taste actually, but then again, it’s exploitation, so should we expect anything less?