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There's a deep horror here, an existential horror that's typical of Joss's work. Anna Hutchison, smart, funny and sexy, is turned into a literal blonde bimbo who French-kisses a stuffed wolf's head.
The athletic, charismatic and well-read Chris Hemsworth, is filed down into a typical brutish jock bully. He takes fully-realized, interesting, principled, and intelligent characters, and destroys them. Joss Whedon, never one to shy away from meta content, noticed all of this, and decided to punish us for these core assumptions. We congratulate ourselves for our obvious superiority for noticing the limits of the plot, the unconvincing OTT gore, the facile character development and the absurd deus-ex-machina devices that conspire to keep them trapped. They're caricatures, after all, not human beings, each defining trait turned up to eleven until they're more archetype than actor. We assume that, if we were in the same situation, we would at least not be so stupid as to die so quickly, under such contrived circumstances, and that enables us to put a kind of emotional distance between us and the characters suffering on the screen. It plays, and appeals, to that deeply-laid and fondly-held belief that everyone else is much, much dumber than us. It works for much the same reason as the film "Idiocracy" has become such a hit with lazy armchair pseudo-intellectuals. We gleefully scoff at the idiotic actions of the protagonists in horror movies (why do they split up? Why is the alpha-male character such an #$%$? Why is the blonde such a ditz? Why are they having sex in the middle of the woods?) and howl with laughter when they get "what's coming to them", as their actions inevitably get them killed.
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The movie is about the horror movie audience, and what it has to say about us is not very nice. Even so, CITW is one of my favourite movies, and this comment gives a good explanation on why I liked it so much. I've posted this comment before, but I feel like it is appropriate here. I can certainly say that'll be the first and last review I ever read by that guy. I really wish I could be this terrible at my job and not get shit-canned. Here's how the film ends: with someone shaking Rex Reed awake. Reed's review is so packed with inaccuracies as to be not only pointless but to suggest he either paid zero attention to the details of the film or (for whatever reason) was incapable of understanding them Reed's, but this review is literally inaccurate on multiple points. I respect anyone's opinion of any film, especially someone with a background like Mr. The great comments all seem to realize this though: I'm not sure he was watching the same movie. The five kids in the cabin are innocent pawns to test the mechanics of the game, It’s all part of an elaborate video game that allows paying customers to watch real people slaughtered according to the horror of choice.