Alright, #Holdyourbreath (2012) has kind of set itself up for a few easy zings, no? Hold your breath, because something stinks! Looking for a good film? I wouldn’t hold your breath!
And for god’s sake, why the hashtag? In a film that sees every character forfeit his or her phone for the weekend (realistic, man,there’s nothing the youth of today like more than eachother’s company) the hashtag is a lame and obvious plea for popularity. And depending on the version you stumble across, it may or may not be included at all.
One can only expect so much of this Asylum produced flick, that essentially was released in a straight to video format. You have to go into a film like this expecting a hearty helping of cheese. In that respect, it does not disappoint.
The film’s top billed actress, Katrina Bowden, looks cute, but I’m baffled by the reviews I’ve read that imply she has any sort of skill beyond high school drama. Perhaps my standards are high? She coos and giggles and writhes her little hips about, and makes winky and pouty faces, and as far as I’m concerned, her role could probably be played by a series of well timed emojis. The film stars a handful of unrecognizable faces as college kids who meet up for a fun camping weekend, you guessed it, in the scenic locale called The Middle of Nowhere. Unfortunately for them, they’ve chosen the closest possible site to an abandoned sanitarium for the criminally insane and it’s spooky cemetery.
The film opens with a scene set in nineteen forty something at this very asylum. Lighting flashes, thunder crashes, and Pastor Maniac is about to be executed in front of a crowd of heavily 40’s-ified viewers. He’s so super evil, so beyond evil that he manages to wield his razor sharp talons and blind a guard before being hastily strapped in and zapped, all the while spouting a clever little rant about an eye for an eye. You know the one.
Back to the future, and college crew has been assembled, has turned their phones into the head jock for the weekend, and sets off on their trip. Our mystery machine is filled with the familiar faces, sexy couple who can’t keep their hands off of eachother, goofy stoner, nerd/physicist/guy with glasses, Bleach blond surfer guy and the smart girl? I think this may be Katrina Bowden, but it’s really hard to say. As they head out to their destination, the group comes upon a cemetery. Jerry (Bowden) begins a shrieking rant about how we must all hold our breath lest the spirits enter our bodies. Some garbage about how spirits that are too evil for heaven and too evil for hell (but seem powerless over cemetery gates?) linger in wait to slip into your nostrils. Blonde guy must be driving awfully slow to allow this entire monologue before they actually pass the graveyard. The kids submit, all except stoner dude, who is too busy getting stoned to hold his breath. Whoops. Bam. Evil spirit.
The film progresses in all the predictable ways. Soon enough, were all exploring the sanitarium, sexy couple is having gross and unsanitary sex inside, kids are being strapped into electric chairs, camera angles tilt, because a hallway tilted always implies evil is about. The stoner throws the phones away, kills a cop, and does little more than smile frequently.
I won’t go into further details, but the evil spirit passes about anytime a character gets a little winded or out of breath, and it’s evil wisp slip into someone else. And then said characters proceed to be weird and smile a lot and, honestly, do very little else.
It’s a slow mover, and it’s really quite dull. I know this movie is on Netflix and you’re thinking, well, hey, it’s here, why not? It’s your time, buddy, but, personally, I’d like mine back. I like a bad horror movie, but this one wasn’t even all that much fun.
Life lessons:
- Scrap the hashtag, get off the internet and go outside, ya goon!
- HoldĀ your breath….all the time? You never know who’s carrying evil.
- Get better friends, this kids are duds.
- Let your hair grow out, Paul Walker blonde doesn’t suit everyone.
- The middle of nowhere is overrated.