(No real "spoilers": the film's description pretty much says that he turns into a flesh-eating zombie)
Possibly a decent film if scored according to budget. But, on it's own, it falls way short. The two lead actors provide solid performances. The male lead stumbles a few times, particularly when quickly swapping back-and-forth between cannibalistic zombie and horrified human; but I suspect poor editing shares the responsibility. The female lead provides a superior, consistent performance.
The cinematographer is the real star of the show in the film. He captures some breathtaking sequences. My favorite is the sequence (1:09:00 to 1:10:50) of the lead actress nervously applying makeup while we hear her husband munching flesh down the hall, cut to a stunning, dim shot of her smoothing her dress while she sits on the edge of the bed, cut to her head in her hands, a long lit hallway behind, and her vertebrae arching beautifully. Absolutely sublime!
Unfortunately, the story has been done many times before, the script is bad, the dialogue is horrible, and thus the movie is crap. I blame the director -- who is also the writer! The poor cinematographer might have turned this into a beautiful (largely speechless) short film. Instead the director crafted something not fit for late-night TV.
An excellent example of the poor writing is how clumsily vegetarianism is shoehorned in -- out of the blue. And the theme is carried on poorly, such as with the shot of the television cook skinning an onion while the lead actress hears munching outside. Eliminate the awkward vegetarian element and that would suddenly become a much more chilling metaphor: piercing the delicate membrane of the onion's skin would evoke the fragility of our own skin. Instead, the onion shot recalls the horribly written vegetarian dinner scene and I assume is intended to remind us how much the flesh-eating zombie has changed from the person he once was. But he's become a flesh-eating zombie FFS. We don't need a standard of comparison. He could have previously eaten only rare steak three meals a day and becoming a flesh-eating zombie would still be just as glaring a loss of humanity. It's cliché student filmmaking: trying to squeeze in (cheesy and overused) philosophical layers with no regard for how it negatively affects the story.
The movie itself is not, in my opinion, worth watching unless you are a film student looking to learn from its mistakes. I suggest, as a standard of comparison, the film Let Me In (remake of Let the Right One In) which addresses many of the same themes (enabling darkness out of love) with more depth, emotion, and chills.
Possibly a decent film if scored according to budget. But, on it's own, it falls way short. The two lead actors provide solid performances. The male lead stumbles a few times, particularly when quickly swapping back-and-forth between cannibalistic zombie and horrified human; but I suspect poor editing shares the responsibility. The female lead provides a superior, consistent performance.
The cinematographer is the real star of the show in the film. He captures some breathtaking sequences. My favorite is the sequence (1:09:00 to 1:10:50) of the lead actress nervously applying makeup while we hear her husband munching flesh down the hall, cut to a stunning, dim shot of her smoothing her dress while she sits on the edge of the bed, cut to her head in her hands, a long lit hallway behind, and her vertebrae arching beautifully. Absolutely sublime!
Unfortunately, the story has been done many times before, the script is bad, the dialogue is horrible, and thus the movie is crap. I blame the director -- who is also the writer! The poor cinematographer might have turned this into a beautiful (largely speechless) short film. Instead the director crafted something not fit for late-night TV.
An excellent example of the poor writing is how clumsily vegetarianism is shoehorned in -- out of the blue. And the theme is carried on poorly, such as with the shot of the television cook skinning an onion while the lead actress hears munching outside. Eliminate the awkward vegetarian element and that would suddenly become a much more chilling metaphor: piercing the delicate membrane of the onion's skin would evoke the fragility of our own skin. Instead, the onion shot recalls the horribly written vegetarian dinner scene and I assume is intended to remind us how much the flesh-eating zombie has changed from the person he once was. But he's become a flesh-eating zombie FFS. We don't need a standard of comparison. He could have previously eaten only rare steak three meals a day and becoming a flesh-eating zombie would still be just as glaring a loss of humanity. It's cliché student filmmaking: trying to squeeze in (cheesy and overused) philosophical layers with no regard for how it negatively affects the story.
The movie itself is not, in my opinion, worth watching unless you are a film student looking to learn from its mistakes. I suggest, as a standard of comparison, the film Let Me In (remake of Let the Right One In) which addresses many of the same themes (enabling darkness out of love) with more depth, emotion, and chills.
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