The gutless Wicked Little Things is representative of a disturbing trend in horror over the past six to eight years, toward generic, slick and soulless genre exercises. It features mediocre, if generally competent, acting, combined with stiff, pedantic direction, a questionable script and just enough gore to slip under the censor bar while throwing a bone to gore-hound fans. The plot of this stinker seems to have been generated by writing various horror movie tropes on cards, shuffling the deck, then dealing out half a dozen cards and calling it a story. This one got flesh-eating zombies, scary-ass dead kids, single mom moves to small town with a secret, possibly imaginary friend, revenge haunting and running in the woods. It does remarkably little with that haphazard collection of ideas. It is probably a tad better than Mortuary, another film that is representative of the same trend. Still, a tad better than utterly atrocious is still fucking miserable.
Soulless crap: Wicked Little Things
On March - 3 - 2009
My hand has wavered above this disc soo many times! I am so drawn to it, even though I KNOW that it’s going to bite.
What is wrong with me???
I watched Midnight Meat train last night and it was way worse than I was expecting. There were some ultra cool blodd bath scenes, but the rest of it? Not so much.
Continue to resist! It’s honestly not even worth the time it takes to sit through it, much less whatever you might pay to rent it. I watched it on free on-demand from my cable co (in HD no less!) and at the end I seriously wished I could call the company and insist they reimburse me for my time.