Reviewed by: Rees Savidis
What's it about
Besieged by terrible nightmares that may hold the key to her survival, all-American high-school cum-dumpster, Stacy (Rebekah Hoyle) struggles to get her party on, while battling the forces of darkness when new-kid-at-school Cristina (Mackenzie Fergens) unleashes an evil that threatens to crash the keggar of the century.
Is it good movie?
It’s funny, I had a look back at some of the reviews I’d posted over the past few months and I had what alcoholics (my self included) would call “a moment of clarity”; that sobering moment where you realize that something is most certainly rotten in the State of Denmark. Now, while the moment wasn’t as profound as say, waking up in a puddle of your own shit or crashing your car into a kindergarden, it was big enough to give me pause and, for a moment, to reconsider my position on something that I had been a proud and vocal supporter of for over twenty years. Horror movies are in the shits, man. The vast majority of my reviews were either overtly negative or downright hateful. I know I can be an asshole sometimes (especially where films are concerned) but this is just ridiculous. Is it me? Have I lost my taste for the genre? Have my patience finally just run out after countless disappointments? Or, is it simply that, for the most part, horror films as-of-late have just been plain old B.A.D?
Sweet Insanity falls smack-dab in the middle of that category; the category of B.A.D. Normally at this point in a review, I would say something to the effect of “this movie looks like a shit I took once” or “Sweet Insanity? Sweet F.A!” or, more apropos, “I liked this movie better the first time I saw it, when it was called Slumber Party Massacre.” Not this time…not today. Sadly, my snappy one-liners have been exhausted; the goddamned well has gone dry. Sweet Insanity is just bad - B.A.D.
The reasons are many, even for films of this caliber, but no matter how varied they may be, they all circle back to one glaring, central problem – too little tits and gore. Bet you thought I was going to say it’s the lack of story didn’t you? Well piss on that, I knew finding any semblance of driving dramatic narrative in this flick would be like finding a straight nun. No, I wasn’t going to saddle Sweet Insanity with having to entertain me on any sort of cerebral level; I was on the lookout for titties and red-sauce – exclusively. So what’s the prognosis? I got shafted.
Sweet Insanity seems to forget who it’s catering to and instead busies itself by being an exercise in banality; and poorly crafted ill-conceived banality at that. By comparison, the Friday the 13th films became banal after say…part 2, but damn if they weren’t fun to watch. They also knew what fans wanted, and they delivered…usually in spades. Tits and gore and…well, gore and tits, the point is, the Friday the 13th films, no matter how redundant or banal they became, always knew what their bread and butter was – and it worked. Sweet Insanity could have been a nifty little throwback to the early days of the slasher sub-genre, but it missed the mark when it ignored the one simple and very fundamental reason why we went to see all those shitty slasher flicks in the first place. It was the tits and gore.
Video / Audio
If it’s the pointless, wholesale slaughter of binge-drinking teenagers your after, go rent Slumber Party Massacre (particularly Part 2) or any of the Friday the 13th flicks. As shitty as they were (Slumber Party Massacre) or became (Friday part 7-X) they at least delivered what we wanted. Sweet Insanity is just a dull, amateurish carbon-copy without the wherewithal or cajones to satisfy.