Europeans. What a buncha scraggy-jawed whisky-gummed devil-cocked maniacs. What a hive a deplorable backwards scummery that ol' Europe truly is. Look at them there, wi their trees an their fields an their streets all ash-grey pavilions an passageways. Look at them all shaven-headed an sneerin, all high on the "drugs" or soaked wi the "sex". Look at them, all rural even in the densest cosmopolitan sweeps.
Look at those filthy Europeans, murderin' an slaughterin' an sexin' out wedlock.
So says Hostel, bein Eli Roth's follow-up to the immeasurably more fun Cabin Fever, so says this opus a torture an depravity an toes bein crushed wi pliers.
That it's exceptionally good, fantastic even, well, done nulled a fair ol' chunk a the xenophobic rantin right there.
A good horror flick, y'unnerstann, can gleefully present the kinda vile stereotypes an offensive representations scarcely no other genre can get away with.
Gon' play on all those fears you got regardin havin the eyes plucked out your face by way o' a cheeky solderin iron, yes, but also, look at these other fears gon' slap you upside the shit-myself-glands. Fear of other cultures an religions, fear of the rural dispossessed, fear of lonely people an fear of society in general.
Horror flicks get away wi it all, on account of if they're good, ain't no one gon' have time to notice the potentially rancid nature of the ideological shenanigans, an also, chances are there's gon' be some play goin on that forces a fella to ask why these things scare him, anyroad? Just what kinda vile fuck might you be, oh western viewer sat there all smug front the TV size o' a council estate an the gut from here t'Pluto?
So Deliverance says aye, you're scared a these demented hillbilly banjo-pluckin arse-degraders, but how much a that buck-yapped sneer might you yourself be responsible for?
So Cannibal Holocaust says oh jimminy-fucks, look at these big ol' brown faced monsters, but who's to blame for the deplorable gut-shreddin antics in the final act? An who's scarier, the natives or the madmen unmistakably stinkin o' us?
An so on an so forth.
An so to Hostel, bein the subject an the title an the very pulsin balls a this highly confrontational word-wank.
Past couple years, y'unnerstann, Hollywood been goin out its fuck-flecked skull-mush tryin t'keep up wi those crazy Asian cats. Turns out folks are all the keen in the world for to go catch a picture concerns a woman done died in the fuckin face way back when, an now there she is, crawlin down the stairs all jerk-limbed an freaky eyeballs.