Cabin in the Woods (2012)

"I'm drawing a line in the fucking sand! Do not read the Latin!" Marty

Cabin's greatest detriment is its elated reviewers. Had I not heard for months how this was the most brilliant and ground-breaking horror film ever, I might have agreed. Don't get me wrong, I get it. I see the allegory. I appreciate it and completely agree. But constant praise from my friends, co-workers, twitter, etc. made me expect to get far more. I get that they put in the cliche horror story for a reason, but I thought that the praise for being a wildly different horror movie would mean that I wouldn't have to sit through a cliche horror story. With that being said, Cabin contributed to my lack of sleep for about a week. This film did properly scare me (and despite what some of my friends may think, I do appreciate being properly scared), even if that wasn't the point. The scene where Dana and Marty are in the elevator passing by each of the creatures that they could have chosen to tear them to shreds was bone-chilling. I didn't love this film. I really never need to watch it again. But it did scare me. Once.

Rank: 97