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Manhunt - aka Rovdyr ( 2008)

Dir: Patrik Syversen
Norway, 1974, four friends, Camilla (Henriette Bruusgaard)
her controlling boyfriend Roger (Lasse Valdal) and brother and sister Mia (Nini
Bull Robsahm) and Jorgen (Jørn Bjørn Fuller Gee) are heading out
into the deep forests for a weekend of hiking and camping.
Tensions are high in their cramped little camper van and even a break stop at a small diner offers no respite as the locals are not welcoming and then Roger offers a strange, seemingly scared female hitchhiker a lift against the better judgement of a defiant Mia.
They dont get far down the road though before the group are attacked by a group of men who tie them up in a dark, dense, epic Norwegian forest in preparation for a hunt .
This fast disappearing decade has seen a
mini boom in effective Horror film making from Europe.
And this boom has been
delivering the goods via, thankfully, a real mixed brew of styles from the gritty
and grotesque (Germanys Cannibal,
Britains Mum and Dad), to brutally extreme movies with
art house sensibilities and high class technical skills (Frances Martyrs
and Inside), to serious dramatic Horror (Swedens Let
the Right One In), to gory, fun, popcorn flicks like Britains
Shaun of the Dead, Doghouse
and Norways Dead Snow, to
visceral, back to basics, fare like Frances Frontiers
and this, Norways Manhunt.
Along with this boom
in production we have also seen (in America too) a return to almost 70s
style and levels of extreme violence and bloody, depraved sadism.
This return
to some kind of Grindhouse aesthetic has met with varying success, with Rob Zombies
astute homage coupling of House of 1000 Corpses and The
Devils Rejects being the high point, the Hostel
films being the middle point and sadly Manhunt representing the lower
tier.

Director/co-Writer
(with Nini Bull Robsahm) Patrik Syversen has made perhaps the most blatantly throwback
70s film out of the whole bunch. Not only in daring to set his film actually
in the 70s but also in the way the film looks (from the high contrast, simple/muted
colour scheme and grimy cinematography) to the soundtrack (David Hess haunting
folk ballad from Cravens Last House on the Left mixes
it with Simon Boswells original score) and this has obviously been done
with a fans love of that era.
But you need to have your movie have its
own strengths to truly make a satisfying throwback to other movies. Your new movie
must hold up in every way even without those throwback trappings and this must
apply to those who recognise all the retro styling and influence to those who
dont recognise any of it.
And it is here that Manhunt falls
down.
As its own film its simply a barely average Slasher/backwoods film
that falls into various silly traps and no amount of retro decoration can change
that.

Biggest problem
is the faceless killers.
Now faceless killers are okay (though we of course
lose a nice extra layer to the films dynamic like the glorious Family
sequences in the film that Manhunt most apes, Tobe Hoopers classic
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre) as long as we dont spend time
with them. If we do spend time with them (and indeed see the faces of the faceless)
and even if that time is split into small, individual, scenes, we need to have
them deliver some kind of personality and hook.
Here though, even when would-be
victim and killer share the same scene, the killers never speak and all share
a very similar look and have not a single slice of individual personality.
So
during these scenes where we spend time with the killers the film falls between
two stools because we now lose the totally faceless, and hence creepy and mysterious,
killers but at the same time we are offered up no personality and no interesting
dynamic to the killers we have now actually met.
To see this kind of
being hunted through the woods by fleeting shapes set-up with killers
we sometimes actually spend time with watch the forgotten 80s gem Hunters
Blood, where the being tracked /sudden death horror mixes with a wonderfully
entertaining Family of Killers plot where we are offered up nutters
who are memorable individuals.
The film also repeats
itself too much, especially concerning handy weapon events.
Its
a nice idea to have the hunters play with their prey (often they are caught, but
then given a chance to get free again or used as bait) with the best moment being
a wonderful scene where the supposedly hidden victims have actually been seen
by one of the killers (who butchers a body right by them), but he decides to walk
away and let them think they have evaded the hunters.
But this caught/not caught
idea makes up basically most of the film and it can get a bit boring and too often
the screenplay gets the lead character, Camilla (actually a very nice turn by
Henriette Bruusgaard), out of these situations by having her find a handy weapon
just in time. Be it a knife in easy reach, a knife handily dropped on the ground
right by her, a shotgun left right next to her hiding spot happnes to be or even,
when it has now become a running though obvioulsy unintentional joke, a freakin
bow and arrow just lying on the forest floor waiting to be picked up at a convenient
time.

The ending
is also a damp squib.
It pulls an old twist we have seen before (sometimes
at the end, sometimes in the middle, of a movie) but actually does nothing with
it. As the credits roll we are actually left scratching our heads because the
set-up leaves us not so much with a nasty twist as an unanswered question.
The
fact is what should normally be (an often used, as mentioned) certain doom situation
for our character in "Manhunt" actually seems like not such a great
threat at all considering what she has just been through and surely she will simply
get out of what should have conclusively been her certain demise. Or not? Who
knows? But as said, the final end threat seems so inconsequential to what's preceded
it, it does not work as a nasty twist
just as an unfinished part in the screenplay.
But its not all negative of course.
We have a nicely lean running
time, the retro styling is fun and well done, the FX are simple but suitably nasty
and generally well crafted (some needless, sadly obvious, CGI blood splatter aside
enough
of this crap already!) even if the blood is perhaps a bit too dark (though realistic)
sometimes.

The kill
scenes are above average fare (though a couple are weak, one is even off screen)
and often effectively sadistic in how they are drawn out (in fact a disturbingly
sexualised shotgun scene shows just how far the UK censors, the BBFC, have gone
in what they now pass), with the first attack sequence being particularly effective.
And
the film is generally well made and acted, especially by Bruusgaard who goes from
a strikingly attractive 70s chick to blood smeared screaming thing
with great efficiency.
But ultimately the film is too repetitive, badly
plotted in its set-ups, finishes in a weak way and loses its hook by giving us
non-event killers who should have remained unseen if they were to be given no
personality of any kind.
Also, accept for language and that wonderfully dark
ocean of Scandanvian forest, the movie's need to follow a 70's American Horror/Grindhouse
aesthetic means it has almost no other Norwegian identity. Which is, or is not,
an issue according to how you feel.
Visceral and too the point, but sadly,
in the end, a definite also-ran.