Finally I acquired an opportunity to dig my teeth into the anticipated DVD release of Grizzly Park, which I grabbed in a local video store without reservations after having read a couple of positive reviews on an advanced screening of this latest monster flick.
As I expected the film is packed with many obligatory elements and features that make up for a good horror movie: gorgeous scenery, murderer on the loose, deadly giant bear, severed heads and limbs and, of course, a handful of screaming hot chicks.
The acting is decent, with not so many annoyingly stupid dialogs often expected from independent shoestring budget slashers. I was impressed with strong and forcible performance of the leading man Glenn Morshower assuming the role of Ranger Bob, a man who was assigned to guide a bunch of kids sentenced to community service in a remote ranch forest under a correctional program for young offenders.
Visual effects, although not abound and could hardly be regarded as awesome, are quite plausible anyway.
To my disappointment a serial killer subplot is underdeveloped and very little contributes to the entire context of the film and building of tension. After stabbing a couple of insignificant characters the killer saunters meaninglessly between different locations of the woods only to disappear without a trace fairly early in the movie.
Also shamefully, adorable Brody that has landed a role of the protagonist Grizzly Bear was offered too little screen time to stretch his undeniable acting talents.
Yet the relationship between the Ranger and the Bear, as well as the context of Bebe's last phone conversation is beyond my apprehension. The idea is either too complex and not very obvious or, otherwise, too simple to be easily overlooked and maybe requires a second viewing.
But all these minor shortcomings become unimportant when you realize that the main riddle and intrigue of the film unveiled towards the end (in pretty inventive if somewhat obnoxious manner) is whether mother nature bestowed Emily Foxler (Bebe) with a pair of authentic tits or are they just regular silicon (silly-what?) fakes? The temptation to find out the truth was so alluring that one especially curious lad stopped at nothing even in the paws of death to complete his research. I don't want to ruin the surprise ending by delving into further details (watch closely for the final Grizzly attack).
All-in-all a passable start for the first time director and mostly lesser-known cast, and not bad for a brainless Friday night time-killer.
As I expected the film is packed with many obligatory elements and features that make up for a good horror movie: gorgeous scenery, murderer on the loose, deadly giant bear, severed heads and limbs and, of course, a handful of screaming hot chicks.
The acting is decent, with not so many annoyingly stupid dialogs often expected from independent shoestring budget slashers. I was impressed with strong and forcible performance of the leading man Glenn Morshower assuming the role of Ranger Bob, a man who was assigned to guide a bunch of kids sentenced to community service in a remote ranch forest under a correctional program for young offenders.
Visual effects, although not abound and could hardly be regarded as awesome, are quite plausible anyway.
To my disappointment a serial killer subplot is underdeveloped and very little contributes to the entire context of the film and building of tension. After stabbing a couple of insignificant characters the killer saunters meaninglessly between different locations of the woods only to disappear without a trace fairly early in the movie.
Also shamefully, adorable Brody that has landed a role of the protagonist Grizzly Bear was offered too little screen time to stretch his undeniable acting talents.
Yet the relationship between the Ranger and the Bear, as well as the context of Bebe's last phone conversation is beyond my apprehension. The idea is either too complex and not very obvious or, otherwise, too simple to be easily overlooked and maybe requires a second viewing.
But all these minor shortcomings become unimportant when you realize that the main riddle and intrigue of the film unveiled towards the end (in pretty inventive if somewhat obnoxious manner) is whether mother nature bestowed Emily Foxler (Bebe) with a pair of authentic tits or are they just regular silicon (silly-what?) fakes? The temptation to find out the truth was so alluring that one especially curious lad stopped at nothing even in the paws of death to complete his research. I don't want to ruin the surprise ending by delving into further details (watch closely for the final Grizzly attack).
All-in-all a passable start for the first time director and mostly lesser-known cast, and not bad for a brainless Friday night time-killer.