Why do I keep doing this to myself?
The Wicked One is another independent horror film that has a whole bunch of 1 star reviews and a few suspicious 10 star reviews. The horror genre is one that I think is the most easily exploited. You can make an okay horror film fairly easily, and there are so many of them that people like me are going to have to comb through the crap the find the good ones. In essence, every horror film is approached blindly (this is ignoring the hype train and all that jazz), and that makes reviewing a bit difficult.
Where The Wicked One stands is somewhere in the middle of all of these independent films. It isn’t completely awful (it is)—but it is also kind of funny. Don’t get me wrong, the acting is horrible, as well as the lighting, writing, sets, characters, plot, and just about everything else, but there is a bit of humor in the camp. I don’t know if the actors knew if they were in a comedy or a horror film.
I believe they went to the local hipster-hangout for most of the actors. There is a genuine feeling of amateur hour throughout—and I found this oddly interesting. The film loosely follows a deranged killer, Colin Miller, and we get to see him in his hospital setting. In different hands, this could have been commentary on how the criminally insane are warehoused and treated like zoo animals. Here, well what we have here is kind of hard to classify. It is a spectacle of stupidity. I think you will have to see it to believe it. What makes it even funnier is you can tell that they thought they were being so edgy with their dialogue and plot points.
After Colin escapes (shocker) we end up following a group of dumb friends as they are on a weekend getaway. I think the lesson of these films is that we should all become shut ins. I’m not cleaning my porch because I am lazy, I am doing it for safety, right? What sucks is that there was a stupid/dark humor element with the idiotic guards and collection of killers. Once we get trapped following these idiots the film completely collapses. The best part of this portion of the film is that it could be used as a lesson of how to not write dialogue in a film.
The writer of the film also stars in the movie as the dumbass Trevor. This Mary-Sue type character represents just about everything that is wrong with horror films. Stupid edge-lords who try to show how daring they are, by writing crappy movies with half baked and stereotypical characters. I didn’t bother linking to this person because I hope they never create anything again.
In a film that wants to be the coolest and smartest slasher ever, it is amazing how boring it is. The opening is kind of funny, and the whole thing will make you laugh and shake your head, but otherwise it is a slog. Yet, I found myself oddly compelled by how bad it was. It is like getting the opportunity to watch a train wreck in slow motion—or to see the most incompetent person attempt something technical. If the director and writer came out and said they were trying to make the biggest pile of crap, but also wanted you to get some cheap laughs I would believe them.
Perhaps the saddest thing is that I have seen much worse, and recently. 1/10