Tits and Gore

Honestly, I didn’t expect much from The Ruins. I didn’t expect to be scared or even freaked out. But there was something about this flick. Maybe it’s that the characters don’t really make any mistakes. Usually, in what Mike has coined “The Don’t Go On Vacation” flick, you have stupid Americans who ultimately possess no redeeming characteristics, and yeah, they get slaughtered, but it’s all in fun and you don’t really feel that bad for them. But this is amazingly different since these kids seem a lot like me on vacation. Maybe they’re a little impetuous, but really, I wouldn’t turn down the opportunity that they have. And sure, you’re a shitty American if you can’t habla a little Espanol on vacay to Spanish-speaking countries, but no one expects you to know Mayan.

It’s really like there are four tragic heroes. Each of the four main characters has some obvious tragic flaw, but they also each act fairly intelligently, at least for a horror flick. And the horror was Japanese-style creepy. The whole the-monster-is-inside you, near zombification of the characters, is perhaps the freakiest type of horror, and The Ruins pulls it off quite horrifically!

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