Wolf Creek 2
One thing I can say about this sequel is it doesn’t just try to be a carbon copy of the first. Where the first film was told through the eyes of mainly Mick’s victims this sequel is shown mainly through the eyes of Mick himself. Also unlike most sequels this is practically a stand alone film in that it isn’t necessary to have seen the first to enjoy this one, you won’t be lost. If you’ve seen the first it gives you a point of reference for the character as the film dives deeper into Mick’s character but if you haven’t or can’t find it there are no direct tie ins to the first. Jarratt is excellent as our killer Mick Taylor showing just how whacked the character can be from one moment to the next.
After disposing of the pesky coppers the film cuts to a German couple backpacking in Australia’s outback who, if this film followed the horror film template, would be the main victims for Mick to torment throughout the course of the film. But this film breaks the mold a bit because this one is all about our awesome baddie! The German couple unable to hitch a ride find themselves in the middle of nowhere which is pretty much all of Australia and pitch their tent for the night. After dark you know who shows up to give them a proper Aussie welcome!
So while the German girl is attempting to escape a young Englishman driving his jeep through the outback stops for her. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Once again Mick shows off his shooting skills with another well done bit of FX putting one through the girl’s cheek and oh, well bye bye she’s gone! This leaves it down to Mick and the young Brit (Ryan Corr) who by now wishes he had stayed home or at least he will soon if he doesn’t by this point. This battle is what the movie turns out to be all about.
Paul awakens in one of Mick’s underground lairs which as in the first film is some sort of old abandoned mine. His wrists and ankles are bound to an old chair and it’s time for his face-off with his tormentor. The young Brit tries to endear himself to our wicked villain (silly boy) by singing Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport which Mick chimes in to sing along with him. Mick shares a drink with the boy and you just know this isn’t going to end well but… will director McLean do the obvious horror cliché and “kill off” (no baddie ever really dies in a horror film duh!) our lovely killer, Mick, or will he take some other route to the finish?
For added drama Paul spies a hammer that is just out of a reach (it is a movie after all). In order to take the first finger Mick unties the Brits right hand placing it in a vice to grind off the finger but the hammer being on a table on his left side he is still not able to reach it. When Paul gets his second question wrong he begs Mick to take a finger from his left hand so that both hands will be free though missing both index fingers. After removing the second digit Mick conveniently needs to leave the room to retrieve another bottle of liquor at which point Paul finally seizes the hammer placing it under the chair where he can reach it when he gets the opportunity. Since Mick is crazy and a smartass it isn’t long before the opportunity arises and with a whack Mick is out cold. Of course being a movie and Paul being a dumbass in said movie, he doesn’t finish the job just runs off instead. Stupid, stupid, stupid little Brit, has he never seen a zombie movie –Always Double Tap! Running through the mine we see Mick has been at this for a good long time with dead bodies and a few not quite so dead strewn everywhere. Mick also hints at cannibalism a few times throughout the film cause y’know a man’s gotta eat!
I somewhat remember the original as being a shade different than the normal “stalk n slash” fare, but I can't for the life of me remember any specific scene.
What can I say? I'll use the excuse that I've watched a lot of movies. I own a shit load (within which resides several doubles I have no doubt) and I'm always at a loss at which title to choose for viewing, there's just too many damn good flix! Upon looking at my collection a stranger may assume I have “issues”, which is probably correct, my last editor was rather fond of telling me I needed medication (of one kind or another). Anyhows (any editor would love that word!), enough about me, I'll now resume and talk about the movie in question and at some point in time start my portion of this review.
Wolf Creek 2 was not the easiest of movies to find this is strange as it is barely a year old! It wasn't at RedBox, Blockbuster (yea, that was a funny!) or showing on any of my satellite provider's movie channels of which there is a ton!
So apparently now I had a quest.
Eventually... I found it! So with a smile which may have given me away as a lunatic, I proceeded to gingerly press PLAY.
If you've read Feind's review (if you haven't yet, why not?) you will by now know exactly how the movie plays out (nice running commentary Sir-spoils-a-lot!), he gave out spoilers by the truckload! Suffice it to say he takes an intense satisfaction in spoiling things (lil Bugga!) and I'm refusing his invitation to the movies, again, this weekend.
The movie's opening scene is fantastic. The main character tries his very best to not be on the receiving end of a speeding ticket even apologizing for a possibly misconstrued comment when asked why his truck is full of meat.
“I hunt pigs”
The opening scene has effectively re-introduced us, well those of us that can recall the original, to Mick Taylor (John Jarratt) and his unique brand of quirkiness, disturbing mannerisms and gallows humor.
The film quickly changes direction as we become acquainted to a pair of German backpackers within a montage helmed by Steppenwolf's hit Born To Be Wild. The Australian outback is gloriously displayed, and for a few moments one might believe the film's storyline may continue without Mick, the nature scenes are serene, beautifully shot and quite breathtaking. The frolicking couple however soon fall into a spot of bother when the luck they'd previously had with “hitching” changes dramatically, frustration and desperation rear their collective ugly heads and the mood of the film abruptly changes.
Guess who makes an appearance when the situation has calmed down somewhat. I'm presuming your first guess was correct! Anyone who guessed TinkerBell searching for her eternally young flying friend needs to revisit their fully stocked medicine cabinet.
In the following scenes we are submitted to a barrage of tactics employed by Mick to win over the couples trust. In between greetings and ignorant comments (all delivered in a stereotypical yet strangely adorable accent he employs) which would make a journeyman sailor blush, our villain momentarily flashes parts of his true psyche. “Heil Frauline…You're a Kraut!” In these instances one might start to wonder if he was in fact raised by feral wolves or a tribe of (mute) Aborigines.
Mick continues to speak aloud, thoughts that most leave unspoken as he waxes poetic. In one scene he comments that the boyfriend was built like a donkey and that she's a lucky frauline, whilst he is carelessly tossing those same severed genitals over his shoulder.
At this point I shall pause, if only to mention that I would be more than happy to document every scene of interest in this movie though I have decided against it (lucky you). My esteemed scribbling partner has already supplied a play-by-play so I'll try to refrain from doing so also, however I must mention my favorite scene before I bring my review, of sorts, to a conclusion.
Midway through the film a chase ensues which personally reminds me of a lesser known movie, Spielberg's first, called Duel, if you are familiar with this work you will instantly know why this is the case. Within this important plot development the view suddenly changes, to that of a nature tableau only associated with the “land down under” (yea, I slipped that in!), and before you can lift your ass from the coach to search for the remote because you think the channel's somehow been switched, we are back yet again to the fuel burning action. I will dub the next unforgettable few minutes “Marsupial Pinball” if only for my own amusement. Some may understandably be offended by this slice of celluloid, while others might rejoice in its unflinching approach (and possible suggestion) in curbing the nuisance the pouched marsupials present to many of Australia's natives. It begs the question: “Has any movie been produced whereupon Roos have become the inherent threat (be it through mind controlling radio waves, nuclear radiation or toxic spillage) to an unsuspecting populace, every other animal then, apart from the wallaby?”
Later in the movie Paul, our “hero” (only known as such as he isn't the villain), enjoys a spot of brief camaraderie with Mick, as they share an alcoholic beverage or two and exchange limericks and traditional Australian ditties.
The wordplay and dialogue exchange between the two are impressive, and I for one found myself rooting for Mick as “hero boy” slowly transforms into a nerd with a smart ass encyclopedic knowledge of the topic at hand (Australian history). Fear not, something else was also “at hand” (or close to it) to keep the ever present gore quota high in keeping with the film's previous hour. The climactic final minutes offer some insight into the varied extra curricular hobbies that Mr. Taylor partakes in.
An unfortunate incident involving a dog and a sliding cage door made me chuckle. (because I am jaded and this is, keep repeating it, only a movie!)
The finale is not your typical Stalk n Slash ending either, it may even throw you for a “loop”, it might make you reconsider your feelings and attitude toward the jack-of-all-trades that Mick has recently proven himself to be as of late. Probably not though, it will however have you considering the possibility that Mick isn't merely a mindless buffoon with a penchant for slaughter, but perhaps something more, something or someone with a purpose. Nah! Forget it!
However I have discovered an Aussie movie that is beyond impressive, it is one I shall recommend without reservation and it's not just due to the fact that I have a soft spot for movies with accents either, though I do. This movie has had a strong effect on me; it urges me to rediscover the original, perhaps in doing so I will watch both back to back (if only I had the time!)
It has given me a better appreciation of lower budget productions, this one at least. It has also served to whet my appetite for horror fare dripping in dark humor and absurdity. Fans of Black Sheep (not the Chris Farley/David Spade comedy), Undead, or any of Peter Jackson's earlier films will devour this and demand more.
In conclusion if you can find this give it the viewing time it deserves, if you can't find it, look harder... for in my humble opinion it's well worth the quest!
Just The SHIT!