Studio: Shudder
Director: Various
Writer: Various
Producer: Josh Goldbloom, Brad Miska, James Harris, David Bruckner, Radio Silence
Stars: Various
Review Score:
Summary:
Six "found footage" videotapes set in the 1980s depict eerie events featuring creatures, killers, ancient gods, deadly dreams, and the dangers of technology.
Review:
My review of "V/H/S/99" (review here), the preceding entry in the long-running series of "found footage" anthologies, concluded with wishful thinking. In summing up how that movie's pieces had little to do with the year they were set in or with the first-person format they were forced into, I remarked, "Hopefully the upcoming 'V/H/S/85' will have a better time tying into its era than this one did, and hopefully the 'found footage' frame will become important again as well."
To my dismay, neither of those things happened. "V/H/S/85" either equals or outdoes "V/H/S/99" in being tied to the two numbers in its title and to the videocassette conceit only in peripheral ways inessential to the tepid tales told. The result is a consecutive collection of incongruent stories whose tenuous connection is just that they're sheltering under the same thin umbrella whether they, or the audience, like it or not.
How does an assortment of "shorts" end up with a 111-minute runtime? Because segments like "No Wake" fill up on the fluff of seven friends farting around, looking at a lake, and then waterskiing for four straight minutes of totally avoidable uneventfulness. "No Wake" sneaks in an insert of pull-top beer cans along with someone doing a brief "Macho Man" Randy Savage impression to qualify the 1985 setting. Then it's down a long, rocky road to a cliffhanger ending that won't get resolved until three segments later in a companion piece from the same filmmaker, Mike P. Nelson.
Writer/director Gigi Saul Guerrero takes an opposite approach by getting to the goods almost immediately in "God of Death." Set during an earthquake that unleashes a bloodthirsty Aztec god on a doomed rescue crew during a morning news show, "God of Death" moves quickly, keeps its intensity high, and stages action for maximum shock value. Energetic entertainment gets undercut, however, because "God of Death" largely relies on hectic events to create a hubbub it hopes will distract viewers from noticing there isn't thick substance behind the light setup.
For people outside of New York or L.A. who don't have aspiring actors in their social circle and thus don't know what this is like, "TKNOGD" simulates the excruciating awkwardness of having to sit through someone's overdramatized monologue with a handful of other friends held hostage in a makeshift theater without air conditioning above a Hollywood Boulevard alleyway. I don't think that was director Natasha Kermani's intention with her segment where a performance artist's one-woman show ends in an unexpected mutilation, so let's chalk up this one as a bust and move on.
As the payoff for "No Wake," "Ambrosia" isn't fully satisfying. The characters from the first chapter only appear in passing, and their tie to an EC Comics twist could have been excluded entirely with a minor rewrite. But the climactic firefight riddled with bullets and bloodshed, which is most definitely not for viewers triggered by depictions of suicide, contains so much visceral violence that "V/H/S/85" enjoys a much-needed adrenaline jolt following a stretch of languor.
With only one full segment left to go at this point, it becomes crystal clear that "V/H/S/85" has nearly no content that's actually exclusive to the 1980s. The shorts happen to take place in 1985 when the year could easily be 2025 for all it really matters. The only material difference would be improved video fidelity since everything wouldn't be filtered through the frustratingly blurry VHS footage dominating this movie.
In what should not be a surprise to anyone, the strongest segment comes from Scott Derrickson and C. Robert Cargill, the two people on the production who have extensive backgrounds on theatrical features with bigger budgets. An example of "understanding the assignment" for a "V/H/S" segment, "Dreamkill" may have even started as a feature film idea until cowriters Cargill and Derrickson rightly realized how much better it would play without padding. Not necessarily specific to 1985, the year still makes sense, as does the "found footage" format in this genuinely eerie story about dreams predicting a serial killer's grotesque mutilations.
In addition to its efficient script, "Dreamkill" adds to its nightmarish aura with unsettling audio and gritty film grain that creates the sickly feel of a macabre murderer's underground home movies. Ironically, this has the side effect of proving how much better the overall anthology might be, at least on a technical level, if segments weren't shoved into shooting within one of the worst mediums possible. As a second unintended side effect, "Dreamkill" diminishes "Ambrosia's" action in hindsight since "Dreamkill's" gruesome gore and explosive gunplay are so much more sharply produced by comparison.
I nearly overlooked the wrapround, "Total Copy," which would be understandable considering its flip, almost offhanded inclusion as minor comic relief. Each interlude is an eclectically edited assembly of TV bits and talking heads culminating in a throwaway sight gag that makes you say, "All that for this?"
Which might be a fitting sentiment for "V/H/S/85" as a whole. I took a brief break in between each segment because it was a real labor to trudge through the entire thing. Even with "No Wake" stopping on a cliffhanger and "Total Copy" dropping breadcrumbs to build a mystery, there is never a feeling of forward momentum incentivizing an excited desire to keep going in one uninterrupted sitting.
In keeping with the way I rated "V/H/S/99," my scorecard for "V/H/S/85" totals one standout and one clunker, with the rest being mostly mid. I want to have higher hopes for the next installment, "V/H/S/Beyond," but seeing how my previous wish went unfulfilled, it'd undoubtedly be better if I didn't have any expectations at all.
Review Score: 50
The result is a consecutive collection of incongruent stories whose tenuous connection is just that they're sheltering under the same thin umbrella.