“When the movie starts, the horror becomes real. “
It was a run-down old multi-plex in a seedy part of town. But it had a special late-night festival of the cheap horror movies one group of friends loved, movies filled with zombies, vampires and backwoods maniacs.
How could they know it was a very special screening indeed? After the friends split up and their chosen movies began, they found themselves transported out of the life they knew and into the blood-drenched worlds of the films. Worlds where the living dead roam the countryside, the decrepit mansion of a vampire and his minions dominates the night sky, and the shrill scream of a buzz saw is always right behind you.
Have you ever watched B-horror movies? These are the horror movies that are so bad they’re good. They’re a lot of fun to watch because they never make sense, the people in the movie always make the same mistakes, and they are always full of clichés, which makes them kind of hilarious. The problem with B-horror movies is that you always know how things are going to end. Personally, I’m a big fan of horror movies, but not really the new torture porn stuff that borders on obscene. I prefer to be scared with creepy horror, not gory horror.
In this novel, a group of college students ends up being transported into these B-horror movies. The premise of this book is interesting, but it doesn’t hit the mark for me. First off, the writing in this book was a lot better than I expected. I thought it would be comparable to the terrible writing of bad horror movies, but it was better. At times, of course it was clichéd, but that’s because the movie itself was cliché. That was one of the hardest parts for me to wrap my head around. Sometimes the writing needed to be bad because the dialogue in terrible horror movies is bad.
While the individual story lines were each intense in their own ways, like terrible B-horror movies, you know what’s going to happen before it does. And like those movies, the gore was bordering on obscene. Well done to Bryan Smith for making me want to throw up, but honestly, when I read a book, I don’t want to feel sick to my stomach. Unlike horror movies, I can’t cover my eyes and have someone tell me when it’s over.
It’s a good book for what it is, but it’s not good enough to have me raving about it.