Oct 12, 2008


A film can only be as good as its experience allows it. I repeated this thought in my head allowing it to work its way through uncharted territory in a vain attempt to gain back what was lost. Reflecting on what I had saw wasn't an easy task as the screams of many haunted my every thought. A friend and I decided that traveling an hour to the nearest Quarantine showing would be a great idea. In the end, the only thing partially satisfying about my film was the lingering thought that I might have been the only one to have seen [Rec] in that audience.

The odds of surviving were slim. Directly in front of us was a big stern black couple that reeked of rudeness, flanked from the right was an Urkel suburbanite complete with annoying voice box with 8 different sayings. The worst of these perpetrators were the trailer trash wiggers behind us that seemed excited to loudly exclaim their nullified opinion of every scene. Imagine a Maryland-esque version of Mystery Science Theater 3000 and thats what we experienced.

All shock factors and jump scenes were immediately pulled into a reversal as someone in the sold out show was bound to laugh or guffaw. This American presentation of Spanish horror was given no mercy by its ravenous audience. I'd been thinking about Quarantine for a bit. [Rec] was a surprisingly clever film. Taking the feminist hero point, it adds a subversive sexual tension to Ángela that isn't denied. She is a lovely character and fronted by an amazing actress; Manuela Velasco. Quarantine's Jennifer Carpenter is ...meh..

When I first heard the news of both a "shot by shot" American remake and a Spanish sequel,, I went into a form of shock. One of these was incredible news while the other left a rotten taste in my mouth. Doesn't take a genius to match the correct answer. When I finally watched Quarantine, I found many substantial differences that isolated many optimum moments and either strengthened the weaknesses or basked in its inability to follow a story without butchering the characters.

Manu's character has been helmed by Hostel's Jay Hernandez. This alteration creates a very chivalrous character and turns him into a tag-team pervert duo that doesn't have that macho presence that Manu had. That, and when Manu turns rabid, it produced an absolutely horrifying scene of a raged Manu downstairs look up blasting you into a cacophony of fear.

For once being a self-proclaimed exact remake, too much is different here. Sure, it's risky and yeah, I can agree with some changes that work towards making this film more visceral. More gore was added into the film with a charming effect. Bones break and bend which delivers a stomach churning crowd reaction which might have been the only good thing about my experience. I enjoyed watching them suffer.

With [Rec] being as grand and fresh as it is and a planned sequel in development, It's easy to disregard Quarantine. Nothing much to see here other than a dull American version with Violence v2.0 downloaded into its mainframe. There's a huge possibility that Angela didn't even die in both films, but I'll leave that up to your imagination to put the pieces together. Quarantine is one of those self-conscious films that refuses to say its own title in dialogue regardless of how natural the word should come in its depicted situation. Lame.



Keith said...

My sister and some friends saw it this past weekend. They none really liked it.

jervaise brooke hamster said...

Essentially we have more or less the same problem here as we had with "rec" in that Jennifer Carpenter was around 28 at the time of filming, i wish She`d been 18 instead, obviously i`d still love to bugger her because shes a hot chick but once a bird starts to approach 30 her looks soon fade badly.