Everyone knows that using dynamite to catch fish isn’t very sporting, and likely to cause irreparable harm to a fragile ecosystem. But as the makers of Bog remind us, there is another, less well-know reason to abhor the practice: Any deep lake, particularly one carved by a retreating glacier, may well serve as the hibernation home of an ancient fish-insect monster. And the odds are good that any concussive blast in the area will awaken the beast and rekindle its dormant desire to seek out a suitable human mate, alter the chemical composition of her blood, and a sire untold numbers of baby Bog Monsters. Consider yourselves warned.
Also consider yourselves warned that this film is terrible. The dialogue is bad, the editing is bad, the bulk of the acting is bad, and aside from a few desanguinated bodies, there’s little genuine horror. But in movies like Bog, movies that beg to be watched by groups of open-minded aficionados, cinematic competence and genuine horror are irrelevant. For who needs well-crafted monologues when we can ponder the mysteries of the scent generator, a device capable of reproducing and dispersing the smell of human blood? And why worry about continuity when it’s so much more fun to marvel at the decision to dub a man’s voice over a woman’s lines? And what, in the end, is more likely to elicit fear in the human soul: a man in a rubber monster suit, or a lengthy make-out session between a pair of frisky sexagenarians?
by Thomas Scalzo | Source: Prism Home Video VHS
26 Jun 2008 1:29 AM | Submit Comment