Bunker

The Bunker becomes a dichotomous performance. While the digital camera work makes the flat lighting of the set look like a Colin Baker episode of Doctor Who, the gore and f/x are Mario Bava worthy. Huntsman script is full of “This is war!” cliches, yet bellowed by the incredibly over-the-top style of Patrick Moltane, those lines are pushed to a Jack Torrance “Here’s Johnny!” level of crazy. And those bunkers walls might look like paper mâché, but the Griever creature makes for a uniquely terrifying Cenobite entry. The monster unfortunately provides its own French exit after arriving well too late into the final course. Fans of indie horror will certainly be forgiving and enjoy The Bunker for its originality. And there truly is much to enjoy, from the throwback opening titles to its unexpected shocks. The slow churn of the story is what weakens the fuse as the anticipated explosion fizzles into a bottle-rocket pop instead becoming a howitzer-sized blast.

Neeeaahhh it was alright. Too many scenes seemed incomplete, like they built up to a climax then just randomly dropped off. It was different, I suppose.