Review of Hatchet for the Honeymoon

For about an hour it's about this guy who saw his mom get cleavered but has partially repressed the memory; he goes around killing newlyweds, convinced that the act will allow him to remember who the killer was. He also runs a wedding dress company and spends a lot of time in a creepy room full of mannequins, or talking to his bitch wife, or ogling his stable of vixen models. There's flashbacks, there's a seance, there's a great scene talking to the cops with his wife dripping blood off the staircase. Most unfortunately, the lead character is written as this self-conscious, snooty, "Hello, I am a psychopath" jerk; that plus there's another one of these stupid detectives. The lousy characters keep intruding on the cool, if cheap, film-making (there's a perfect, tossed-off audio cut between a skipping record and a police siren). But get ready for a REAL shock: sixty minutes in, after he kills his wife, she comes back as a cackling bitch wife ghost - so that what was up to this point a movie about the inner quest of a 'madman' is now, all of a sudden, a movie about a philandering prick whose dead wife keeps spoiling his pickups. (At one point he suggests a threesome!) This is at once the worst thing technically about HFAH, and hands down my favourite thing about it. Cool credit sequence graphics too.