A bunch of ill-fated unemployed Thai
youngsters struggling for their first big break take an assignment to
shoot an episode for a trashy horror-travel programme and end up
getting spooked to within an inch of their lives.
The twist is more promising: these are
film school graduates. That is, people who know how to do lighting,
make-up, act, produce, direct, operate cameras, boom-mikes, and
reflectors, and edit the raw footage on a computer. So yes. A bunch
of film school graduates shoot a scary programme on an allegedly
haunted island. Shouldn’t they be genre-savvy enough to guess
what’s probably going to happen, when it’s going to happen, and
how it’s going to happen? And generally avoid places where spooky
stuff is bound to happen to them?
Sadly, the film plays it straight and
the film school background of its hapless horror victims has
absolutely no bearing on their plight. So much can be made out of it:
a brainy Wes Craven horror, a metatextual comedy like Joss Whedon’s
House in the Woods, or even a horror genre equivalent of Woody
Allen’s Melinda and Melinda. In a film in a genre that makes the
best and most frequent use of Chekov’s gun, it’s strange that
this leads nowhere.
Maybe the real horror that the creative
team behind this film is trying to get across is that film school in
much of Asia teaches technical skills and nothing about storytelling.
(Note: Historical footage of the real
Hashima can be seen in the end credits. For some, this is a good
reason to watch this film.)
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