Boatyard Review – Seedy Cannibal Horror Picks Off Wealthy Youngsters on a Boat Trip to Massacre
A number of thrillers tackle deep-seated dreads, while others use the genre to address societal concerns. Then there are those that strive only to thrill or evoke amusement. But then comes ridiculous, brutal rubbish exemplified here: a low-budget copy of cannibal slasher property that famous horror saga, its weak continuations and suchlike.
It also includes a cast member who appeared in original Hills cast: this performer portrays Martha, a coarse bartender with a taste for human flesh. Yet that franchise at least create a certain origin tale to explain the violence; Martha and her disreputable associates’ tastes are simply assumed, as if running into cannibals is just one potential danger of yacht living, similar to sharks or engine troubles.
The Prey to This Slaughter
The victims to this slaughter are a quintet of predominantly stupid individuals in their 20s, who meet up to celebrate on the yacht belonging to affluent the host (the performer). The group consists of Chad’s constantly bikini-clad girlfriend another role (this performer), pal Franklin (the actor), plus a same-sex pair a role (this performer) and Jess (this talent).
Large amounts of stimulants are used, vast quantities of alcohol imbibed and romantic encounters embarked on as previews for this production’s actual intention of entertainment: putting the youths at the mercy of the tattooed marina cannibals, who lead them ashore when the yacht runs out of gas in the ocean.
An Empty Endeavor
Finally, this fails to be nearly as gory as the Hills films at their worst, but there’s a quality much more discouraging concerning the movie’s meaninglessness, its failure to display wit, empathy, or basic film-making ability. The portrayals reaches such an finely tuned pitch of badness that they are impossible to watch.
