Directed by: Tom Costabile.
Written by: Tom Costabile.
Starring: Samantha Stewart, Ruth Reynolds, Dominic Matteucci.
“When Dani, an innocent southern girl, vacations to Los Angeles to evade her increasingly complicated life, she learns that escaping her past isn’t as easy as she hoped.”
One of the things I always find curious about horror movies is the way so many hateful characters are introduced in the first act. It’s as though those characters are deliberately written into the story so I can despise them and look forward to their eventual demise before the finale.
This is particularly obvious in classic slasher movies, such as Friday 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Nightmare on Elm Street, where the opening scenes introduce a rabble of boisterous American youths, many full of chemicals, most driven by libidinous desires, and each one spewing an excess of unmemorable dialogue. Some of these characters are so unlikeable, I imagine, if I’d fallen into their world (perhaps in a meta-moment such as that which forms the USP of Final Girls) I’d likely be pushing Vorhees, Leatherface or Krueger aside so I could personally take a shot at eviscerating one of these irritating characters.
Voodoo follows this trope of introducing us to characters who are difficult (if not impossible) to like. First is Dani (Samantha Stewart: Days of Our Lives, All About Lizzie and The Mystery of Casa Matusita). We meet Dani as she’s travelling in a taxi and boring the driver to distraction with her incessant and vacuous babble. Dani is visiting her friend Stacy (Ruth Reynolds: The Art of Storytelling, The Guest House and Kook) who seems slightly more likable but I think this suggestion of appeal is only in comparison to Dani. Stacy is hosting a modest pool party when we meet her. She is brash and daring and untidy to a point where we almost empathise with her. But, as the introduction progresses, we learn she is as Valley-Girl-vapid as Dani.
The conceit of this movie is that we’re watching the story develop through the footage from Dani’s camcorder. I did think there were a handful of clever uses with this device, such as the beach scene, where the audience discovers something that the characters don’t know in a well-crafted example of dramatic irony. However, I also thought that the use of the camcorder meant that some of the shots looked stilted and contrived. More importantly, in the final forty minutes of the film, I spent way too long wondering who was holding the camera and filming events.
And, I think it was the final forty minutes that let the film down for me. Up to that point there had been an attractive cast, a mysterious backstory where we discover Dani has incurred the wrath of her ex-boyfriend’s voodoo-proficient wife, and a guest appearance from Ron Jeremy (Orgazmo, Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead and Justice League of Porn Star Heroes). In real terms, I don’t think you can ask for much more from any movie.
But, in the final forty minutes, the film falls into an orgiastic excess of underworld horror and unmotivated violence. There is rape, branding, demons and distress and a hell of a lot of screaming. In truth, there was so much screaming I began to wish Dani would start talking again because I was almost missing her uninteresting dialogue.
Voodoo is a clever idea and the majority of the story is well-acted. The effects are convincing and the whole piece does have some genuinely unsettling moments. However, the final stretch of the movie was difficult to watch with too much screaming and not enough scope to connect with the characters. Ultimately, I think the script in this section could have been much tighter, which is a shame because, without this lapse in the film’s standards, I do think the finished product would have been a lot more enjoyable.