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As if you all needed more of an excuse to stay home and save your
traveler’s checks, “The Ruins” is that old ditty of pretty teens in a
horrific foreign mess that renders them food for cannibalistic plants!
Not since “Little Shop of Horrors” has a film about man eating plants
given me the willies this much, but surely enough Carter Smith’s horror
thriller takes the cake. Relying more on psychological terror rather
than CGI plant monsters, the reason “The Ruins” will get under the skin
of most audiences is because Smith prefers to leave the plant terrors as
silent sadistic predators that—well—get under the skin of its victims
through cuts, and open wounds. These creatures are merciless in their
pursuits to chomp on some thirty something college goers revealing some
truly shocking abilities to lure prey, and breaking down the hunted
through manipulation and classic torture methods.
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From mimicking voices, to the
sound of a cell phone ringing, the plants creep up on the
characters when they least suspect it and have the goal of
feeding on anyone who enters into the realm of the Mayan
temple. The fierce foliage don’t so much possess a
personality as they do an instinct to catch these hapless
tourists off guard and suck them in through vines and
whinnying daisies that harvest the bodies. |
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Four college kids on
vacation are taken to the Mayan temple to indulge in some sight seeing
and are chased inside by violent villagers who will not let them leave
or escape; and after seeing one of their friends be shot dead with an
arrow and a handgun, they know their pursuit is a stern one. Seeking
refuge on the top of the landmark, they find the reason for being kept
prisoner much too late, and the manure hits the fan. “The Ruins” relies
on a slow boil plot that doesn’t put too much weight on human stupidity,
as it does the intelligence of these monsters. The people here aren’t
numbskulls per se, they’re just there to soak in the scenery and have
considerable wits at play, they’re just outwitted by the thousands of
flowers and vines growing around them at a rapid pace watching them and
taunting them into submission.
The open wounds allow an
area to grow and the resulting blooming makes for some of the most
disgusting and harrowing moments with leaves growing through the cuts
and broken limbs that soon begin to inspire paranoia, and surefire
lunacy among those bandaged and ailing awaiting their fates and
anxiously searching for a way to halt the viral vines. In the shade of
films like “Invasion of the Body Snatchers,” the plants strike silently
when those with the gashes are asleep, and the horror escalates as we
gain a brunt impression of what these things are, what damage they can
cause to anyone, and why these villagers are keeping them inside by
spraying salt around the perimeter, and murdering intruders. With a
healthy dose of dark humor, there are some lingering questions left for
the audience once the credits have begun, and Smith’s demented trip into
the darker side of tourism has done its job. And quite well, I might
add.
If people are still bitching about the characters in “Cloverfield” (and
they are), then wait until they get a load of the four schmucks in “The
Ruins” who are insanely vacuous and vapid with zero to no cause for sympathy to
their situation thanks to their rather boring personalities. Not only
are they all generally cardboard figures stumbling around in broadly
drawn sub-plots, but there isn't a single person in
this group sparked an interest. Sure, the menace is daunting, but I
would have enjoyed watching people I could actually care for and fear,
instead I felt nothing but pure apathy at their perils, and couldn’t
quite put my finger why I didn’t care if any of them died. Maybe it’s
the sub-par performances by four folks who can barely muster emotion,
perhaps it’s the obvious targets they deem themselves to be (we all know
the foreigner and hot chick will get it first), or perhaps it’s the
sexual undertones that signal these couples aren’t as faithful as they
want to believe. Either way, I just didn’t care for their plight on
land, and I couldn’t bring myself to feel for them when they were forced
to battle with these monsters.
Throw out your Chia Pets, burn your Daffodils, and kick your local Venus
Flytrap, "The Ruins" is a very good little horror film with a unique
enemy preying on vacuous young adults, with strong xenophobic overtones;
it's an instant highlight in horror for 2008.
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