Even though I loved Cabin Fever to virus infected death, I wasn’t 100% if Eli Roth had it in him in terms of going for the long haul on the horror scene. I mean how many genre directors come and go every year? Too many. But straight up: f*cking Roth has done it again. Hostel (which will hit the big screen in 2006) is the firm celluloid proof that the lad is not a one hit wonder; he’s here to stay within our genre loving club.
Hostel is what I like to call a heterosexuals’ horror fan’s macabre wet dream. You dig hot broads? So does Roth and he communicated that love by filling the screen with them left, right, diagonally, center and oblique (whatever that means). You boogie to vicious brutality, suspense and the red-wet stuff? BINGO! Roth delivered hardcore in that department too! I actually winced like a schoolgirl getting a wooden paddle spanking due to a couple of the bloody gags/fear bits on display in this one. NICE! Of course, Hostel was more than tits, tension and blood splashed all over the screen. We get engaging hip dialogue, appealing characters, stellar acting (Hernandez owned the movie), engrossing locations and a gripping reason as to the “why” behind the horror. Actually, to be honest, at 40 minutes in, I was thinking “The movie is okay so far”. I was actually a tad worried where the film wasn’t showing me anything I hadn’t seen before or going far enough to whip lash me off my seat to the front isle. But then it happened, the gloves were taken off and the rest of the film was a take no prisoners, f*ck you essay in genre nastiness and political incorrectness. I laughed, I cringed, I cheered, and I vouched to never…EVER… hit a Slovakian city. And I mean… EVER!
Any bummers? I did feel that the film took a tad too long to get to the point. Witnessing hot dames and horny teen laced parties are kool and all but it got a bit redundant. Furthermore the plot turn that sent us into the last act did demand some (and I stress the word “some”) suspension of disbelief. But at the end of the kill I was reminded of a valuable lesson some jerk once thought me; always judge a film as the end credits roll. Don’t bring the axe down before then cause you just never know. Who was that jerk? WHO CARES! Point being, Hostel; seemed like it was going to be decent for most of its running time, but once the second half kicked in, it brought it all home with flair and gusto hence becoming EXCELLENT!
All in all Hostel was a “Made for Arrow” spiel of tits, gore and out of school shite, that sported a set of balls that has to be seen to be respected. Check into this Hostel!