Midnight Showing

I’m not usually a fan of human killers in my movies of choice. Truth be told, they scare me too badly. Even if you’re superstitious like me, you know we have far more to fear from real people. And if you’re not gullible like yours truly, you know that we only have the living to fear. And a lot of them are evil. So having said that, understand that the fact that I loved Borderland is a big deal, meaning it’s a pretty damn good movie to make me overlook my preferences. Set your own psycho-killer-with-a-pulse quotient and adjust accordingly.

Three guys who just graduated from college head down to Mexico and run afoul of a killer cult. That’s basically it. Yet somehow such a simple premise had me physically feeling tense and tingling with fear. We’re hit with a nasty, gnarly prologue killing and then we get a long leash with which to run and eventually hang by while vicariously enjoying fun in the sun con cervezas y senoritas. You know what is coming, but you have to wait for it. Meanwhile the sense of dread builds. Once the caca hits the fan, you can sympathize with these kids who are all alone in a foreign country where even the police are afraid of the killers.

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