I set out to see RED MIST purely because I wanted to know if Paddy Breathnach’s bumbling of the potentially kick ass SHROOMS was a fluke. A movie about twenty-something’s who go out into a swamp to chew down some brain magic only to soon lose the ability to differentiate between the trip and the murderous events around them is loaded with potential. All those avenues for iconic imagery were squandered, however. I thought perhaps it may have been the poor script.
Nope, not the script. Having attempted to sit through RED MIST I’ve realized the connection is undoubtedly Breathnach, a man that should get out of the horror business. RED MIST opens with a (clearly) mentally disadvantaged guy filming a dead body inter-cut with a scene from his childhood of his hooker mother being severely beaten, as if this one act is the only explanation for his behavior. Breathnach leaves the unnecessary and wholly unpleasant flashback to return to our necrophiliac still in the morgue, only now he is filming with one hand and cutting himself with a blade held in the other. Classy.
At this point RED MIST should have gotten the axe (less than five minutes in, mind you), but an effort was made to wait out any improvement. After all, it does star Arielle Kebbel and Sarah Carter, two talented and attractive actresses who have never really gotten huge breaks despite multiple key roles, leading me to wonder what the expiration date is on the phrase ‘upcoming young starlet’. Thirty minutes in was more than enough time to make the call to ditch. We’d been introduced to the main set of characters, all despicable, uninteresting, one-sided cutouts. We’d been introduced to the plot, which cobbled together the worst bits of PATHOLOGY, I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER, ALTERED STATES and SHOCKER to no grand aspirations. It was game over once it was clear the movie was about moronic med students who put a psychologically disturbed handicapped person into a coma, cover it up, only to later have him kill them by possessing the people around his comatose body due to an untested drug put into his system by Kebbel.
I’ve got nothing wrong with a plot like that. In the right hands, that could make for a wild story, but those hands are not attached to Paddy Breathnach. He has no talent for establishing a scene whatsoever. No ability to raise suspense. No eye for shots, which makes his shot on consumer HD flick look like a high school production. There’s just no meat to it, no motivation to waste further time on its hollow carcass.
Boring, unoriginal, uninspired. Not falling for the Paddy Breathnach curse again.
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