Reinert Kiil has the right idea when it comes to composing a rape
revenge film in the grindhouse tradition. He is obviously a fan of the
sub-genre, hence much of the ticks and beats of the grindhouse motif
where film skips and a timer counts down to the next reel. I love how
directors are anxiously trying to pay tribute to their favorite decade,
but the additions of these artificial flaws are easily tiresome and can
become a crutch all too easily. It's fun to include these scratches and
beats in the film, but there's also the obligation of telling a good
story, too. "The Whore" is basically a remake of "I Spit on Your Grave,"
except director Kiil takes what is easily a forty five minute narrative
of his own and stretches it like taffy in to a ninety minute bore. He
has a generally good idea of what to do, he simply does not have the
ability to keep attention from the audience. Exploring the setting's bad
rape spree across the land in the prologue, we meet Rikke a young
novelist who travels to the country side in a serene cabin to write her
"Hora" has more padding than a football player and dives right in to the tedium showing its star Vibe in her cabin writing, engaging in discussion with her husband over the phone, driving through town, writing her novel, listening to music, and engaging in heated discussion with her childhood friend in a moment that should be tense but deflates in mere seconds. When she's raped, Kiil glosses over the sequence, and when she finally decides to strike back at her rapists it's merely a twenty minute exercise in repetition where Rikke suddenly becomes an invincible avenger capable of hunting, shooting down her menaces, and the like. Kiil really seems to love Meir Zarchi and Vo Arne Vibernius's cinematic entries in to the grindhouse era, and as much as he tries to emulate their impact, he takes what could have been an entertaining short rape revenge film, and completely wastes the opportunity with a script that borders on plagiarism, uninteresting characters, and an over reliance on the grindhouse gimmick that sucks all of the intended nihilism from the final product.
I had very high hopes for Reinert Kiil's "Hora" since he seemed to have the right idea for a film that could be a vicious and entertaining revenge thriller, but it's over reliance on gimmicks, derivative script that practically remakes "I Spit on Your Grave," and blatant padding bog it down in to abysmal creative depths.
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