PHILLY FILM FEST: THE DESCENT
Dir. Neil Marshall
As far as bloody-knuckle terror goes, Neil Marshall's THE DESCENT is a fabulous joyride for those who don't mind getting their creep on. Like DELIVERANCE crossed with C.H.U.D., Marshall's follow-up to the highly-regarded but little-seen DOG SOLDIERS follows a group of plucky females on one of those "just-another-cave-exploring-adventurous-daytrips" that goes completely apeshit when they stumble upon some flesh craving humanoids. Toss aside the half-assed exposition and meager character development; Marshall's strongsuit is the slow build, and whether it's the film's exquisite claustrophobia, the wondrous "just dark enough" cinematography, or the grand guginol finish that gets Sigourney Weaver's Ripley-prototype all subterranean on ya, it's easily the year's best shriekfest. If Lions Gate let's this British export out of the bag for a stateside release, I smell sleeper hit.
As far as bloody-knuckle terror goes, Neil Marshall's THE DESCENT is a fabulous joyride for those who don't mind getting their creep on. Like DELIVERANCE crossed with C.H.U.D., Marshall's follow-up to the highly-regarded but little-seen DOG SOLDIERS follows a group of plucky females on one of those "just-another-cave-exploring-adventurous-daytrips" that goes completely apeshit when they stumble upon some flesh craving humanoids. Toss aside the half-assed exposition and meager character development; Marshall's strongsuit is the slow build, and whether it's the film's exquisite claustrophobia, the wondrous "just dark enough" cinematography, or the grand guginol finish that gets Sigourney Weaver's Ripley-prototype all subterranean on ya, it's easily the year's best shriekfest. If Lions Gate let's this British export out of the bag for a stateside release, I smell sleeper hit.
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