About 15 minutes into watching the new iteration of CABIN FEVER, I began to wonder if this is either a so bad it's good film (which --let's face it--is actually just a bad film), or if it's a satire. 90 minutes later, I came to the conclusion that I was giving the film way too much credit.
Ultimately, CABIN FEVER is not a smart film--by any stretch of the imagination--which by definition means it is definitely not a satire. It does not reinvent the story of a group of 20-somethings seeking thrills at a rundown cabin in the middle of nowhere (I still don't understand how this sounds like a fun vacation), and it doesn't escape the cliche of gratuitous sex scenes and randomly homicidal locals. It's not a self-aware film. It's legitimately a film that thinks it's great. (Oh Eli Roth, you're nothing if not an spectacular underachiever).
But I can say this about the film's co-writer, Roth: you can tell he's having a thoroughly good time coming up with this trash. Seriously, his films are like the chocolate caramel popcorn of horror--we all know they're bad for you but they remain in incredibly high demand. So, here we are.
You are already familiar this riddle: what do you get when 5 simpleton millenials encounter a mysteriously fatal virus at their
Spoiler: everyone gets the skin-decaying virus. A lot of dumb arguments ensue. The trailer is basically the whole film. And then it ends (thankfully).
You're welcome. I watched this, so you don't have to.
Rating: F (0 out of *****)
CABIN FEVER hits theaters in New York City and Los Angeles today.