I
grew up on horror movies. I loved them so much that after
renting Invasion of the Body Snatchers (the original version)
I re-watched it with a tape recorder, so I could listen
to the sound from the film long after returning the video.
As I grew older I began to develop a taste for the more
gruesome horror films, and I would like to think that I
have seen many of the gorier films. I was blown away by
Eli Roth’s new horror film, Hostel. It was the most
disgusting and horrific film experience that I may have
ever had. There are limits to which an audience can endure
torture. The violence is so extreme and twisted in its creativity,
I could barely keep my eyes on the screen. I absolutely
loved it.
The simplicity
of Hostel is part of its charm. It may only be simple because
of how much film trailers show these days, but we know what
is coming in the first half of the film. Two American college
students, Paxton and Josh, are traveling around Europe in
search of as much excitement as they can find when they
hear about a Slovakian town filled with incredibly hot European
women. As soon as they arrive in the town, along with their
Icelandic friend, they find the rumors to be true. Unfortunately
the party doesn’t last long for them.
The first half
of Hostel is simply filled with a college guy’s fantasy.
There are naked women strewn about the screen, and it is
almost to the point where the audience is being seduced,
but something just doesn’t quite feel right about
it, almost like the calm before the storm. Once the storm
begins it does not let up until the last frame of the film.
Perhaps the
most disturbing aspect of Hostel is not even the violence,
but the audience’s reaction to the violence. As much
as the torturing bothers the audience, once the tables are
turned and the cruel villains are being tortured, it is
suddenly acceptable. This, along with a scene in which the
boys visit a brothel in Amsterdam, is what sticks with me
long after viewing the film. Roth makes a subtle but strong
point about lines in which we cross in order to get excitement,
and the best part about the message is that he never uses
words.
Film is a visual
medium, and often I think it would do screenwriters to remember
that. The escape scene in Hostel is brilliant because it
shows the audience nearly the entire structure without the
use of dialogue. This isn’t to say that dialogue is
unnecessary, but very few directors know how to survive
without excessive amounts of it. Roth proves himself a strong
filmmaker by drawing us in no matter what happens to be
on screen.
It should be
known that as much as I loved this film, the only thing
that this fact proves is that I may be a little bit twisted.
There is no question that the style in which the film is
shot is near flawless, but this fact will escape most viewers
when they are bombarded with seemingly endless scenes of
suspense and gore. This is not the kind of film that I would
recommend to even casual horror fans. Only true fans of
horror will be able to appreciate the masterful way in which
the story unweaves, and this is because they have the ability
to see beyond the violence easier. In fact, the violence
will be the highest selling point to any real fan of horror.
Hostel is being
marketed with a great deal of emphasis on the fact that
Tarantino produced, which is not only very smart, but also
surprisingly apparent. There is something about the twisted
humor in the film and the unapologetic approach to the violence
which screams Tarantino’s name. Hostel is also a much
tighter film than Cabin Fever, which gave Roth his fame.
It is a far more impressive film, and although it is too
soon to make statements about the future of the film, in
my opinion it deserves a spot in the history of important
horror films.