Aside from the fact that I never found the character of Victor Crowley to be frightening in any sense of the word anytime throughout any of the previous three installments, I could get behind the films for their level of comedy and entertaining, over-the-top gore that all congealed to make a fun throwback to 80s slasher franchises that never took themselves too seriously.
So it's unfortunate that this, the fourth installment, is such a turd. Hampered by an obviously sub-par budget that forces the film to utilize mainly one location for the majority of its running time, the film treads water agonizingly before ending at an hour and sixteen minutes. Did I mention that the first five minutes of the film are a prologue? That means we get roughly an hour and ten minutes of actual film, with the great majority of the action taking place on a crashed plane.
You'd think that once the character of Victor Crowley mercifully, finally shows up after what seems an eternity of foreshadowing that the ensuing payoff would be worth the wait. You'd be wrong, however. Crowley is simply "going through the motions" once more, doing what he does best yet failing to offer anything original. The franchise feels, by and large at this point, tired.
What's worse, the jokes are either unfunny or are delivered by actors that manage to make their lines incomprehensible, rendering them flat. The director also deemed it fit to cast an actress with an annoyingly high nasal voice that grates on the nerves throughout.
After the anticlimactic and, typically, abrupt ending, the film falls from the memory, completely failing to make any sort of lasting impression whatsoever. Too bad that a fourth installment in a previously fun, if silly, franchise wound up being without any redeeming qualities whatsoever.
So it's unfortunate that this, the fourth installment, is such a turd. Hampered by an obviously sub-par budget that forces the film to utilize mainly one location for the majority of its running time, the film treads water agonizingly before ending at an hour and sixteen minutes. Did I mention that the first five minutes of the film are a prologue? That means we get roughly an hour and ten minutes of actual film, with the great majority of the action taking place on a crashed plane.
You'd think that once the character of Victor Crowley mercifully, finally shows up after what seems an eternity of foreshadowing that the ensuing payoff would be worth the wait. You'd be wrong, however. Crowley is simply "going through the motions" once more, doing what he does best yet failing to offer anything original. The franchise feels, by and large at this point, tired.
What's worse, the jokes are either unfunny or are delivered by actors that manage to make their lines incomprehensible, rendering them flat. The director also deemed it fit to cast an actress with an annoyingly high nasal voice that grates on the nerves throughout.
After the anticlimactic and, typically, abrupt ending, the film falls from the memory, completely failing to make any sort of lasting impression whatsoever. Too bad that a fourth installment in a previously fun, if silly, franchise wound up being without any redeeming qualities whatsoever.