An independently made
horror flick shot on location in Louisiana, this one almost works, but the
combination of an episodic structure and a lifeless second act turn what should
have been an enjoyable diversion into an endurance test. The plot hook is
straightforward—a group of college kids travel to a remote cabin during the
chilly off-season, then try to spook each other by telling scary stories, which
the filmmakers re-create as vignettes. Eventually, the students become uneasy
because they suspect the supernatural violence in their stories not only really
happened in locations close to where they’re staying. It would have taken a
truly deft fantasist, on the order of Richard Matheson, to pull the stories together while also
balancing shocks with suspense. Alas, writer Richard H. Wadsack and director
James L. Wilson lack inspiration and style. Some vignettes are downright
pedestrian, like the one about a woman who kills a would-be rapist or the one
about a couple terrorized by what might or might not be a demented little
person. Worse, the
picture’s cast comprises unknown performers of negligible charisma and skill.
Yet the real disappointment of Screams of
a Winter Night is that, toward the end of the movie’s running time, Wadsack
and Wilson up their game. The final sequence, beginning from when the students
make disturbing noises to freak out a friend and continuing through the
hellzapoppin climax, has real zing, with sound effects and Don Zimmer’s score
forming a spooky cacophony. Too little,
too late. That said, it’s easy to imagine that this picture occasionally digs
its claws into viewers who encounter Screams
of a Winter Night in the right circumstances—late in the evening, with
sleep held at bay by onscreen eeriness.
Screams of a Winter Night: LAME
if not a Stephen King, at least a Richard Matheson
ReplyDeleteMatheson would likely be preferable, given Matheson's screenwriting expertise dwarfs King's.