When it came out in late 1983, The Final Terror looked, at first glance, like any other "backwoods slasher" movie of the era, and it came and went without much fanfare (although it did rake in a lot of cash over the years). Looked at today, TFT comes across as perhaps the pinnacle of that maligned genre, and holds up so well today that one must assume that Mssrs Roth & Davis knew exactly what they were doing.
First off, TFT is beautifully photographed in real locations, using natural lighting and deep shadow to good effect, and features camerawork that often borders on the "arty." This stylistic conceit in itself separates TFT from similar pedestrian studio productions, and the many super-low budget knockoffs the genre produced over the years.
The cast is top-notch, with John Friedrich and Mark Metcalf both standouts, playing what could most definitely be labeled "antiheroes." Joe Pantoliano is also excellent as a morally rigid outcast who simply does not get along with his free-wheeling companions, and pays dearly for this social exile.
Also essential is a terrific screenplay, with much character development, and a good deal of clever (if at times convoluted) exposition. The screenplay for TFT offers more of a slow-burn tension than the scorched-earth shenanigans of most corporate horror of the day.
Most conspicuously, the threat comes not only from the feral weirdo in the woods, but from the definitely dodgy campers themselves, especially several of the males, who are for all intent and purposes, sociopathic outlaws. This tension (both psychological and sexual) between protagonists adds great fuel to the scenario, and raises TFT high above its studio brethren.
Of course, there is more than a touch of "Deliverance" in TFT, and in this case, the borrowing works, as there is palpable danger lurking in the fearful forest for our luckless campers. Indeed, TFT excels in creating a malevolent mood, and keeping the viewer reeled in with abundant yet often-understated suspense elements.
The killings, when they occur, are quite inventive and gruesome, and are edited cleverly for maximum impact. The "monster," although briefly seen, is certainly memorable.
TFT was one of executive producer Sam Arkoff's biggest hits after he left American International Pictures (Producer Joe Roth was Arkoff's son-in-law.) Director Andrew Davis would go on to direct some very smart and popular thrillers, and you can see where TFT gets both its artiness and intelligence.
Thank goodness Scream Factory found nice new prints of TFT, so it could be restored to its original beauty. Who would have thought that forty years after its original release, The Final Terror would emerge as the shining jewel in the "backwoods slasher" crown? Just more proof that "good film ages well..."
First off, TFT is beautifully photographed in real locations, using natural lighting and deep shadow to good effect, and features camerawork that often borders on the "arty." This stylistic conceit in itself separates TFT from similar pedestrian studio productions, and the many super-low budget knockoffs the genre produced over the years.
The cast is top-notch, with John Friedrich and Mark Metcalf both standouts, playing what could most definitely be labeled "antiheroes." Joe Pantoliano is also excellent as a morally rigid outcast who simply does not get along with his free-wheeling companions, and pays dearly for this social exile.
Also essential is a terrific screenplay, with much character development, and a good deal of clever (if at times convoluted) exposition. The screenplay for TFT offers more of a slow-burn tension than the scorched-earth shenanigans of most corporate horror of the day.
Most conspicuously, the threat comes not only from the feral weirdo in the woods, but from the definitely dodgy campers themselves, especially several of the males, who are for all intent and purposes, sociopathic outlaws. This tension (both psychological and sexual) between protagonists adds great fuel to the scenario, and raises TFT high above its studio brethren.
Of course, there is more than a touch of "Deliverance" in TFT, and in this case, the borrowing works, as there is palpable danger lurking in the fearful forest for our luckless campers. Indeed, TFT excels in creating a malevolent mood, and keeping the viewer reeled in with abundant yet often-understated suspense elements.
The killings, when they occur, are quite inventive and gruesome, and are edited cleverly for maximum impact. The "monster," although briefly seen, is certainly memorable.
TFT was one of executive producer Sam Arkoff's biggest hits after he left American International Pictures (Producer Joe Roth was Arkoff's son-in-law.) Director Andrew Davis would go on to direct some very smart and popular thrillers, and you can see where TFT gets both its artiness and intelligence.
Thank goodness Scream Factory found nice new prints of TFT, so it could be restored to its original beauty. Who would have thought that forty years after its original release, The Final Terror would emerge as the shining jewel in the "backwoods slasher" crown? Just more proof that "good film ages well..."
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