Tuesday, 29 August 2017

The Unsungs #2: Bone Tomahawk

In life, there are injustices. From the Hollywood blacklist to that time my sister deliberately waited until my own birthday to give birth to my nephew (and I'm supposed to be grateful that I get to share it with him!), sometimes things come along and laugh in your face. The same fate can be thrown at a film, as many great pieces of entertainment arrive and leave with all the impact of North Korean peace talks. Well, allow me to redress the balance and celebrate those films which deserve more attention than they've had.

The Unsungs #2

We're closing in on 15 years since the Saw franchise began, bringing with it an era of horror that basically said “Here's some gross stuff. Shove logical storytelling up your arse.” It was a bleak period for horror fans as we were left with very little other than cheap shock tactics and a heap of the red stuff. It wasn't just about the absence of true fear. There was so little to get invested in. It was all just a bit too...


So the idea of a horror western which once again explores all the disgusting things that can be done to the human body didn't exactly decorate me in anticipation. Throw in the fact that director S. Craig Zahler's past lies in making the sort of music that makes grandmothers weep and there was a whiff of the Rob Zombies about the place. I love Rob Zombie. I've seen him live many times. His films can do one.


Anyway, feel free to shoot me down for casting the sort of generalised assumptions that could turn me into the aftermath of Boris Johnson getting jiggy with an Oompa-Loompa...


(I found that after I wrote the joke)

...for I was very much in the wrong to assume that all purveyors of loud noise would make for bad filmmakers. This film is an absolute belter, provided you can stomach it.

The key to the film's success is that it very much prioritises its story and characters, working the grotty bits around it. Kurt Russell, Richard Jenkins, Matthew Fox and Patrick Wilson serve as the four men taking a joyful little romp into inadvisable territory. Their mission: rescue some of the locals from the hillside cannibals that plan to make them the centrepiece of their wholesome Sunday dinner.


All four of the leads have their distinct personalities, clear reasons for taking on the delightful task at their feet and motivations towards each other. This couples itself with dialogue that's razor-sharp with both wit and drama to create a four-way dynamic that's worth the price of admission alone (or the time it takes for you godless bastards to torrent it).


Whether you'll accept the violence depends on your own tolerance for that sort of thing. If you're a gore-hound, prepare to have your bloodlust satisfied. The film has a slightly canny way to it, opening with some pretty grim violence, but ensuring that it saves the best (worst?) for last meaning you'll always have something nastier to get through. It's not just the sights, but the pinpoint sound that makes for some truly disgusting scenes. If you're of a squeamish nature...


But as far as I'm concerned, sometimes cinema needs to be nasty. It needs to ruffle some feathers and offer those of a slightly depraved mind some respite from an industry that increasingly fears the 18 certificate. Bone Tomahawk is a nasty little film. And I love it for it.


NINE out of 10

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