A collection of intertwining horror tales that include devils, spirits, well-dressed psychos, thieves, suicidal Goths, and some dude in a leather jacket.
Small movies can be tough to judge. One almost always gives them the benefit of the doubt because itís known thereís zero budget and a lot of people worked their asses off in order to create something they all believed in. However, that doesnít mean the audience has to like it. With Dust & Death
, I wanted to dig it. The characters seemed interesting at first as a woman looks at the sea with fascination and then another woman has someone trapped in a closet and delivers him food with an eerie smile. Unfortunately, the thing falls apart after that, as it goes nowhere. The pacing and editing seem so off that the temptation to simply hit the fast forward button became nearly irresistible. I resisted, but damn, it was tough.
Dust & Death
contains four different stories loosely connected: the guy whose sequence attempts a noir narration as heís on the run in England; the hot hitchhiker who encounters a well-dressed creep who digs art; the thieves who donít utter a single word; the white version of Morpheus who preaches to a suicidal goth girl. Whatís it all mean? Dust & Death
tries too hard to impress with a lot of filler instead of creating interesting stories or round characters. Half of the film comes from shots of people walking around looking at things without dialogue. When the actors do speak, itíll remind of a high school film. At best.
Dust & Death
does itís best to be inventive, interesting and unique. It claims (on the DVD box) that the film comes in the tradition of Tales from the Crypt. I guess I can see that, but writer/director/editor Vince Corkadel has such low production values and such dry stories that I struggled to pay attention. After all, when raking leaves outside sounds more entertaining then finishing the movie, it has a few problems. Speaking of the production values, at times I couldnít even hear the dialogue as the actors seemed to speak in a whisper while the music blared.
Notta. Had a screener copy.