13 Seconds
**
DVD
Directed by
Jeff Thomas
Written by
Jeff Thomas
Cast
April Cole .... Cara
Daniel Rain .... Gage
Kevin Kuras .... Mac
Robert Yensch .... Colin
Sarah Corbin .... Talia
Spencer Stevens .... Musato
Stuart Stevens .... Teen Killer
Ren Smith .... Teen Killer
Jeffery L. Thomas .... Martin Solo
Robert Miller .... Sidetrack
Esa Scott .... Shapiro
R
91 mins
Horror fans nationwide have been, from what I can tell, waiting with bated breath for this one to come out.
And
just why, I can't tell. 13 Seconds will prove to be by lengths
incomprehensible and terrifying, and the juxtaposition (wow, I can't
believe I finally managed to slip that clunker in a column!) of the two
will leave audiences scratching their heads.
So what we have here is the story of death and art.
By
the way, no, I'm not talking about going to some horrific British
gallery and discovering that some schmuck paid better than fifty
thousand dollars so some guy could create an exhibit entirely around a
closet with faulty wiring. Frankly, that would kill me.
Columnist's
Advisory: The preceding statement was not a joke. This was an actual
exhibit called "The Lights Go On and Off," and someone did in fact pay
an awful lot of money to have it built.
This is about some
really deranged art that deals in torture, death, and the fact that we
all have exactly thirteen seconds between the moment we die and our
soul is divorced from our body. What happens in those thirteen seconds
before our souls move on to their inevitable reward or judgment is the
focus of this movie.
I'll hand it to 13 Seconds. The first three
minutes are among the spookiest ever seen by man. But after that, it
just trends off into the land of the incomprehensible. Yet, while it
pretty much sets up shop in the land of the incomprehensible, it also
manages to become horrific, spooky, genuinely suspenseful and
self-referential all at once. 13 Seconds truly is the scariest movie I
can't understand.
Worse yet, a good portion, maybe a third or
more, of 13 Seconds is shot in this impenetrable blackness. I really
can't even see what's going on a good part of the time.
13
Seconds wavers wildly between total incomprehensibility and sheer
terror, and no one ever knows just which side will hit next. It's like
being locked in a room with Alan Greenspan and the Tasmanian Devil on
coke. Do you have any idea what that's like? Sitting there, watching a
movie, being occasionally terrified and then spending long minutes
thereafter confused out of your skull, wondering if the DVD skipped or
something because you really don't remember anything like this
happening before and absolutely nothing about it makes even the
slightest bit of sense...then all of a sudden, someone gets really
flagrantly possessed and there's all this banging around and ghosties
are screaming for your death because it will stop the pain.
Subsequently, our characters wander into a hall, and we can't see a
thing, and then there's another scream and what maybe could be blood or
what could be hot fudge comes leaking out from under a table....
Do you see what I mean? This is what watching 13 Seconds is like.
The
ending is just as confusing as the rest of the movie: a strange
mishmash of psuedoreligious ideologies, bizarre creatures, and bloody
scenework for days. If it weren't for the killing and mayhem, this
would be avant-garde cinema, the likes of which would make the French
themselves scratch their heads in sheer confusion, which means you,
like me, probably won't really get it either.
The special
features don't exist. Really. There are some audio options and a 'scene
selection' menu, but barring that - nothing.
All in all, 13
Seconds is a strange mixture of the truly terrifying and the truly
confusing. Whether or not you'll be scared depends largely on your
tolerance for the confusing and your tolerance for the gut-wrenchingly
horrific.
**
DVD
Directed by
Jeff Thomas
Written by
Jeff Thomas
Cast
April Cole .... Cara
Daniel Rain .... Gage
Kevin Kuras .... Mac
Robert Yensch .... Colin
Sarah Corbin .... Talia
Spencer Stevens .... Musato
Stuart Stevens .... Teen Killer
Ren Smith .... Teen Killer
Jeffery L. Thomas .... Martin Solo
Robert Miller .... Sidetrack
Esa Scott .... Shapiro
R
91 mins
Horror fans nationwide have been, from what I can tell, waiting with bated breath for this one to come out.
And
just why, I can't tell. 13 Seconds will prove to be by lengths
incomprehensible and terrifying, and the juxtaposition (wow, I can't
believe I finally managed to slip that clunker in a column!) of the two
will leave audiences scratching their heads.
So what we have here is the story of death and art.
By
the way, no, I'm not talking about going to some horrific British
gallery and discovering that some schmuck paid better than fifty
thousand dollars so some guy could create an exhibit entirely around a
closet with faulty wiring. Frankly, that would kill me.
Columnist's
Advisory: The preceding statement was not a joke. This was an actual
exhibit called "The Lights Go On and Off," and someone did in fact pay
an awful lot of money to have it built.
This is about some
really deranged art that deals in torture, death, and the fact that we
all have exactly thirteen seconds between the moment we die and our
soul is divorced from our body. What happens in those thirteen seconds
before our souls move on to their inevitable reward or judgment is the
focus of this movie.
I'll hand it to 13 Seconds. The first three
minutes are among the spookiest ever seen by man. But after that, it
just trends off into the land of the incomprehensible. Yet, while it
pretty much sets up shop in the land of the incomprehensible, it also
manages to become horrific, spooky, genuinely suspenseful and
self-referential all at once. 13 Seconds truly is the scariest movie I
can't understand.
Worse yet, a good portion, maybe a third or
more, of 13 Seconds is shot in this impenetrable blackness. I really
can't even see what's going on a good part of the time.
13
Seconds wavers wildly between total incomprehensibility and sheer
terror, and no one ever knows just which side will hit next. It's like
being locked in a room with Alan Greenspan and the Tasmanian Devil on
coke. Do you have any idea what that's like? Sitting there, watching a
movie, being occasionally terrified and then spending long minutes
thereafter confused out of your skull, wondering if the DVD skipped or
something because you really don't remember anything like this
happening before and absolutely nothing about it makes even the
slightest bit of sense...then all of a sudden, someone gets really
flagrantly possessed and there's all this banging around and ghosties
are screaming for your death because it will stop the pain.
Subsequently, our characters wander into a hall, and we can't see a
thing, and then there's another scream and what maybe could be blood or
what could be hot fudge comes leaking out from under a table....
Do you see what I mean? This is what watching 13 Seconds is like.
The
ending is just as confusing as the rest of the movie: a strange
mishmash of psuedoreligious ideologies, bizarre creatures, and bloody
scenework for days. If it weren't for the killing and mayhem, this
would be avant-garde cinema, the likes of which would make the French
themselves scratch their heads in sheer confusion, which means you,
like me, probably won't really get it either.
The special
features don't exist. Really. There are some audio options and a 'scene
selection' menu, but barring that - nothing.
All in all, 13
Seconds is a strange mixture of the truly terrifying and the truly
confusing. Whether or not you'll be scared depends largely on your
tolerance for the confusing and your tolerance for the gut-wrenchingly
horrific.
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