HOLLER CREEK CANYON
Reviewed by: Rees Savidis
What's it about
A group of friends embark on a weekend get-away to drink a few beers and hunt some ass in a secluded cabin in the woods. Unbeknownst to them, Jason’s taken the weekend off and has left Bigfoot in charge of taking apart this latest batch of thirty-year-old teenagers.
Is it good movie?
It's done. Stick a fork in the sonuvabitch. Take it out back and put a bullet through its head. Holler Creek Canyon has officially beaten the slaughtered-for-being-drunk-and-horny teenagers-in-the-woods sub genre so far into the f**king ground, I think the Chinese might find it poking out of a land-fill any minute now.
Holler Creek Canyon is yet another example of amateur filmmakers embracing the ideas of every other film that's come before it like a f**king security blanket. The idea that; if we're enough like (blank) film, we should be gauraunteed success runs rampant through Holler Creek Canyon - balls hanging-out and swinging. It’s a film that has little to no use for things like originality or integrity or vision. Hell, even kitschy throw-back charm is lost here. Instead, the makers behind Holler Creek Canyon seem much more concerned with prying their film out from some long-defunct mold of the genre that, quite honestly, should have been crushed under-foot and tossed a decade ago. Even the inclusion of porn-legend Ron Jeremy (an annoying trend in no-budget flicks as of late) can’t lend anything to the success of this film.
As I sat watching Holler Creek Canyon, I imagined what would happen if, out of nowhere, Jason Voorhees suddenly appeared from behind a tree, just as the titular Bigfoot was about to strike, and had sliced his way through the beasties midnight snack, then turned to face the creature in a defiant stand for his territory. “That would be a cool movie” I thought “…and one worth making”. Take all the various forms of unimaginable movie-evil – space-born parasites, back-woods-ass-f**king inbred-cannibals, masked-psychos, hairy monsters…the list goes on (and on) – and pit them all against each other in an all-out, no-holds-barred horror-feast! Shit, I’d bleed myself to see that. If fact, it’s that very thought that kept me awake as Holler Creek Canyon droned across my TV set.
Video / Audio
If passing off some dude in a dime-store Chewbacca costume as Bigfoot is your idea of a good time at the movies…then haveatter! Otherwise, I’d say Holler Creek Canyon is best left uninhabited.