BY EMIL TIEDEMANN
I don't mind gore or carnage, bloodshed or even the occasional beheading when I sit down to a thrasher movie, but Greg McLean's inaugural feature film, Wolf Creek, was nothing but tasteless exploitation that came off more as a cinematic atrocity than anything else. Thank God for fast-forward buttons!
Supposedly "based on true events," Wolf Creek hinders on the real-life "backpacker murderer" of New South Wales, Ivan Milat, who was convicted of killing seven tourists during the early-'90s. John Jarratt (Australia) dares to embrace the serial killer, or a fictionalized version of him, and comes off rather irritating and insipid, which can also be said of McLean's dreadfully slow script.Cassandra Magrath (SeaChange), Nathan Phillips (Snakes on a Plane) and Kestie Morassi (The Secret Life of Us) are cast as friends who take a road trip to Wolf Creek, a site that bares a large crater formed decades ago by a meteorite. McLean drags this plotline on for what seemed like hours, before he finally has the trio encounter Mick (Jarratt), who offers his assistance when the travellers' car breaks down in the middle of the "outback."
Let's skip ahead--much like I did with the DVD--and they wind up drugged, tied up, tortured, bla bla bla...nothing original, everything dull and gruesome for the sake of being gruesome. Ridiculous debut for an Aussie director who must've thought bloody abomination would be his first-class ticket to Hollywood. In regards to Wolf Creek, let's hope his green card gets denied!
0.5/ 5 stars
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