Shame And Yet More Shame…And Then Some More Shame Just For The Hell Of it.
I really enjoyed the film The Descent. In an era of terrible remakes and sub-standard horror films that came nowhere close to the magic of the video nasty 70s, it was a breathe of fresh air. I particularly enjoyed the intense claustrophobia of the tunnel scene–where one of the girls is about to be buried alive as the roof collapses–
Woo!
So of course I didn’t need to think twice about purchasing the box set containing The Descent and The Descent: Part 2. Even though my friends told me it was a terrible mistake (and my friends have Jobs in secondary education, so they learn this stuff from the kids…) and they should have just left the original film alone–
And they were right. More than right, they were absolutely dead right in that annoying “I told you so, idiot!"way that always hurts the most. The second part was a true monstrosity. I was embarrassed, ashamed of myself, and altogether very angry that I had spent twenty quid on such utter mindless rubbish. And all because I had trusted that one of my favourite directors (Neil Marshall who made the brilliant Dog Soldiers) had had the good sense to know how to make a sequel!
Never again!
It’s always a sad day when you find out that one of your favourite film-makers doesn’t care as much as he once did.
Of course, they made the second part for the money, but it does beg the question–what money? I’m sure that word of mouth has stopped many people renting and buying the second film.