Killer Campout (2017)
Matt Boiselle
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Starring Luba Hansen, Julio Fernandez, Jesse L. Green
Directed by Brad Twigg
Director Brad Twigg tosses our butts in the time machine, welds the door shut, and hits “no return” on the timetable chart in his latest throwback flick, Killer Campout – the kills are unforgiving, the acting is…well, did I mention how good the kills were? Step on through the ropes, cause we’re going to the forest for a little peace and quiet!
I’ve always found that the basest form of slasher-film appreciation (and eventually imitation) is the premise of taking some wayward youths deep into the woods, stripping them down of both common sense and clothes, and brutalizing them in caustically violent fashion. Twigg uses all the ammo in his arsenal with this production and offers no apologies with a movie that should appeal to those looking for the flesh, and the blood that will eventually wash over it in buckets. So we’ve got a small contingent of troubled teens brought out for a “healing workshop” of sorts, and as history would dictate, they’re going to be hacked, slashed, sliced, diced, impaled and generally used as guinea pigs for sharp implements all the way around. The killer in the film is one of a most unforgiving nature, sometimes stopping after a fresh slaying for a bite to eat, and a devilish admiration for his handiwork – his motives are unknown, and it’s better left to the viewer’s creative mind to think of what brought this kook to such a sadistic level. The amount of boobs and bare-butts are also front and center here as well, as if you were thinking of putting on a crazed-butcher film and NOT have any – shame on you for thinking otherwise!
Added to the menagerie of skin-pincushions, we’ve also got loony locals hunting for the killer, and a small contingent of bumbling cops that look as if they weren’t fit enough to cram themselves into their patrol cars. Now, with a presentation of this scope, you’re going to have a few deficiencies, such as sub-par acting, bad sound mixing, cheesed-out special effects – all of the aforementioned are unfortunately on display here, but as the movie rolled along, I simply put myself in the thinking mode of: this flick was made by a person who appreciates the genre, and this is a tribute in a straightforward matter – no muss, no fuss. Once I settled in and let this movie play out for the directness that it offered, it was considerably easier to stomach (bad pun). Overall, Killer Campout isn’t a film that’s going to set the sub-genre back years in progression, nor will it ascend to new heights never-before-reached, but if you just hit the play button, toss back a few cold ones and just wait for the gore to hit the grass, you’ll get that warm, non-agita feeling in your insides that only us horror fans can truly appreciate.
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