SOME KIND OF HATE. (2015) DIRECTED BY ADAM EGYPT MORTIMER. STARRING RONEN RUBINSTEIN, GRACE PHIPPS, SPENCER BRESLIN, MAESTRO HARRELL AND SIERRA MCCORMICK. REVIEW BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©
Lincoln is a super-hot but troubled young American guy who listens to death metal as a way of forgetting about his crummy life and his bullying drunk of a father. He's got lovely eyes and even lovelier long black hair which falls forward and obscures his handsome face for much of the film. Actually, that was a bit annoying. I kind of wanted to yell at the screen: 'Seriously, dude! Tie up your f***ing hair...!'
Anyway, because Lincoln is a bit of a weirdo loner in his high school, he's a prime target for the bullies, who make his already crappy life a living hell. Even though Lincoln is certainly physically able to take them on, he never fights back. It's just not in his nature. Until one fateful day, that is, when he's simply had enough of being their punching bag...
Life is unfair. Life is even shit at times. We all know that. The one time you stand up for yourself, you're the one who ends up getting it in the neck. For his one and only act of aggression, Lincoln finds himself in the Mind's Eye Academy, which is basically a kind of reform school for problem young 'uns situated slap-bang in the middle of the desert.
The Academy is run by a chap called Iverson, who believes that if the troubled teens meditate enough and commune peacefully with the desert, the sky and the earth around them, they'll be halfway to becoming the kind of decent citizens they were always meant to be.
It might sound a bit airy-fairy to some, this type of idealistic outside-the-box thinking, but I actually think it sounds quite nice. I wouldn't mind communing with nature for a bit, that's if I ever get the chance to come off this computer for five minutes, haha. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying...!
Naturally, however, the dopey teens aren't remotely interested in communing with anything except their precious cigarettes, their supposed-to-be confiscated cellphones and- apparently- each others' genitals...!
Outside of Iverson's outdoor meditation sessions and the odd five minutes spent sloshing a mop half-heartedly round the rather rustic cabins that make up the camp, they seem to be under minimal supervision and are therefore free to run around the place doing whatever the hell they like. Which is exactly what they do, the little shits.
Outside of Iverson's outdoor meditation sessions and the odd five minutes spent sloshing a mop half-heartedly round the rather rustic cabins that make up the camp, they seem to be under minimal supervision and are therefore free to run around the place doing whatever the hell they like. Which is exactly what they do, the little shits.
Poor old tightly-wound Lincoln finds himself once again the target of the resident bullies. They've heard what he's done and they think it might be a bit of a lark to goad him into losing his temper again. Led by a nasty piece of work called Willie, the camp bullies show every sign of making Lincoln's stay in the Mind's Eye Academy a living hell.
This time around, however, Lincoln doesn't have to face their taunts and jeers alone. He's got an unexpected ally in Moira, a very strange girl who cuts up regularly (that's slang for self-harming, for anyone who's not down with the kids) and who wears a necklace of lethal-looking razor blades around her neck. Sometimes she even carries one around in her mouth, of all places.
She's bitter and vengeful and anti-bullying to the freakin' max. There isn't much she won't do to help Lincoln to- literally- slay his demons. Whether he likes it or not. That bit's important. Oh and, silly me, I'm neglecting to tell you one teensy-weensy little detail about Moira that might help you to make sense of where she's coming from. She's actually been stone-dead for quite some time. Heh-heh-heh, ye didn't see that coming, did ye...?
The special effects in this highly entertaining horror film are terrific, but they're not for the squeamish. If you don't like seeing people cutting their own flesh into ribbons, you'll be hiding behind a cushion (like I was!) for much of the film. Yes, I'm part of the squeamish, believe it or not.
There's so much blood in this film, it's practically awash with it. I'll go so far as to say that I think it's one of the bloodiest films I've ever seen. It should get an award for that, actually, now I think about it.
Ronen Rubinstein as Lincoln will flutter the hearts of women everywhere as he's extremely easy on the eye. Also, and believe me when I say I know I shouldn't say this, he looks sooooo sexy with a cigarette dangling from his gorgeous kissable lips.
His camp girlfriend Kaitlin's hotpants are so short as to be positively indecent. You can practically see her gynaecology, which is outrageous. I didn't know where to look, quite frankly. The character of the crooked sheriff is great fun, and the body count in the film is quite respectable.
AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY OF SANDRA HARRIS.
Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, film blogger and movie reviewer. She has studied Creative Writing and Film-Making. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, womens' fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra's books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page:
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