I hate horror movies. More truthfully, I'm scared of them. I saw Rosemary's Baby when I was a kid, and I ain't been the same since. So, when my wife qued up Wolf Creek from Netflix, I became a little nervous. I read the Netflix plot summary:
Writer-director Greg Mclean bases his first feature film on actual events in the Australian Outback, where three friends find their road trip cut short by a series of unexplained mysteries. Left stranded to fend for their own survival, the weary travelers dodge an ominous set of strange lights that seem to be targeting their every move. This official Sundance selection won critics' praise for its chillingly realistic approach to horror.
Okay, I thought. Maybe a sci-fi horror flick, or a low-budget thriller. "Srange lights" and "unexplained mysteries" are fine with me. So, I buttered up the popcorn and hit "play."
Wolf Creek is nothing like it was advertised by our buddies at Netflix. Here is my version:
Three friends travel to deserted Aussie Outback. Car breaks down. A badass Crocodile Dundee-type pretends to help them out, drugs them and then tortures and kills two of the three. Lots of knives, guns and blood. Enjoy.
Wolf Creek is neither original or interesting. It was closer to watching a snuff film. Skip it.