Brendan Fraser is a treasure.
In films like George of the Jungle, and this delightfully-daffy fish-out-of-water comedy, the genial actor delighted in playing likable guys who may not get the joke, but are never the butt of said joke.
Here he’s a dude who has grown up stashed away in a bomb shelter by parents Christopher Walken and Sissy Spacek, untouched by the cynicism of modern-day life.
Sprung free into a world he doesn’t recognize, Fraser wins over everyone in sight, including melting the hardened heart of one Alicia Silverstone, by just being himself.
One really likeable lunk.
Venison is a dish best served cold.
Wait, that’s revenge…
There are no real deer involved in this loopy creep-fest, but a whole lot of payback is involved, both physical and psychological.
As a cardiac surgeon burdened with nasty secrets, Colin Farrell wanders in a daze, unable to stop his family from falling deathly ill from unknown causes.
It all seems to lead back to an eerie teen who blames the petulant papa for the loss of his own dad, and now wants blood for blood.
Odd, yet utterly absorbing, this one will linger in your brain pan for days.
Then things got weird.
Following a bold, gut-wrenching early twist (which I won’t spoil), siblings end up camped out on the frozen tundra, spending quality alone time with their dad’s new, young girlfriend.
She’s a survivor of a suicide cult led by her father, and seems to be hanging by a thread most days.
When dad goes back to town, the uneasy trio are left to stew in their own juices, each tick of the clock bringing everyone a bit closer to full-blown mania.
Bad things happen to good people, but they also sometimes happen to bad people as well.