The original My Bloody Valentine isn’t exactly one of my favorites in the archives of 1980s slasher films, but it was pretty brutal and the premise of the bulk of the action happening in mining tunnels had made me curious about the remake.
I have to admit, this was a lot better than I expected. The first thing I noticed was the pacing. You don’t have the standard opening death scene and then 20 minutes of chatty teenagers while waiting for the body count to start rising. The pacing keeps you on your toes and you never know when and where the masked miner will pop up next.
Because it was shot for 3D, you can expect to get up close and personal with a lot of pick-axes and body parts. They don’t skimp on the gore here, and they seem to take full advantage of the element of surprise. Unfortunately, the theater I went to was pretty empty so I couldn’t gauge exactly how effective this was but I’m guessing it would put a few people out of their seats.
The biggest surprise for me? I couldn’t readily pinpoint who the killer was early in the film. I was actually starting to get aggravated because I knew who the film-makers wanted us to believe was responsible for all the mayhem, and as the story played out my list of suspects were methodically killed off or otherwise disqualified. I won’t give away the ending here, but let’s just say that I found it plausible.
Film information: My Bloody Valentine