Hilariously awful, this dreadful march of wooden actors would sink under its own awfulness if it weren't for the bizarre lynch-pin: children's teeth. Yes, oral obsession seems to be the focus for the TWO directors of this otherwise tedious movie. The "story," such as it is, is almost Dada-esque with its disconnected narrative twists. And through it all, the audience is pressed to be frightened through profoundly cliché music and sound design (such as big musical explosions with quick camera movements). Meanwhile, the only element keeping the whole enterprise afloat is the one thing you can count on in movies today: good (though stylistically inconsistent) cinematography. All in all, a good drinking movie.
Review of The Haunting of Helena
