A Hostel wannabe that missed the Train . . . . .
When you’re attending a screening of a horror movie and you get an introduction from a DOCTOR warning you about the content to come, telling you about people vomiting at previous screenings and also how the movie was pulled (allegedly) from another festival because it was deemed too nasty to be shown (that was the gist of it anyway) then you’re expectations can’t help but be raised. So it’s worth bearing in mind the old shock tactics of William Castle, the disclaimers audiences have had to sign in the past when attending majorly hyped schlockfests and even the water and religious help on hand at certain screenings of The Passion Of The Christ. Because all of those things have nothing to do with the actual movie shown, they’re all just hype and marketing tactics. As was the case here.
Neighbor is all about a young girl who breaks into homes and tortures then kills those living there. She’s a psychopath and it’s like her birthday and Christmas rolled into one when she manages to take young Don (Christian Campbell) captive. She gets to toy with him while she awaits a number of people he has due to arrive at his home, some of them due to walk unsuspectingly to their ends.
That’s it. There really is nothing more to this movie. It has some great FX moments (including one particularly infamous, exceedingly nasty moment that will have men everywhere squirming) and America Olivo plays one of the very best on screen psychos I have ever seen but the rest of the movie struggles to entertain/horrify. The acting is all really quite good but, sadly, overshadowed by some pointless timeshifts and a sense of the movie thinking it’s ultimately a hell of a lot nastier than it actually is.
Be warned: avoid this movie if you think you may not like seeing what can happen when a creative psychopath has tools such as an electric drill, a pizza cutter, a pair of scissors and a glass twizzle stick in her hands. Others may want to give it a watch simply to see how good some of the gore is but that, and Olivo’s performance, is all it has going for it.
Maybe writer/director Robert A. Masciantonio has a great horror movie in him. This isn’t it.