Arriving in UK cinemas with heaps of praise behind it, home invasion slasher Youíre Next was hailed as something special. Sadly, for me, it failed to live up to the hype.
The film starts with an older man (cult film director Larry Fessenden in a cameo) having sex with a co-ed. He goes to shower and she decides to wander round his glass fronted house in her panties with her titties hanging out (straight away itís as though Scream never happened) despite the fact that the porch light keeps coming on and she suspects that someone is outside (no prizes for guessing whoís next there). Youíre Next continues this odd blend of comedy and horror, stupidity and smartness throughout its 95 minute running time both winding up and pleasing its audience to mixed results.
In terms of casting, Sharni Vinson (star of Bait 3D and the forthcoming remake of Patrick) earns her stripes here in a tour de force performance. She is ably supported by many familiar genre faces including Barbara Crampton and director Ti West, so thereís a lot to look forward to for the hard-core horror crowd and thatís before clever nods to A Nightmare on Elm Street and Halloween are worked in to the action.
I expected a lot from this movie and it didnít deliver on all of its promises. I hated the soundtrack and score, the characters dumb decisions and the comedy aspect, but I enjoyed the nods and winks, casting and of course the masks.
Apart from one truly terrifying jolt when everyone in the cinema leapt out of their seats, Youíre Next was a strange film which I didnít warm to as well as I expected to.