Jerry Bruckheimer’s big-budget remake of Ruggero Deadato’s ultraviolent horror masterpiece stars Woody Allen and Halle Berry as a maverick film crew who go missing in “The Green Inferno” while making a documentary on ancient cannibal tribes. Freelance adventurer Jimi Fitzenheid (Paris Hilton) is recruited by network executives to rescue them and recover their footage at all costs.
What’s right with it?
By replacing gore, real life animal cruelty and “exploitation within exploitation” psuedo social commentary with a series of comedic sub-plots, a romantic homosexual back story and a cute Chinese boy with bricks for feet Bruckheimer has successfully managed to bring the most brutal of all movie genres to a multiplex audience.
What’s wrong with it?
CGI cannibals are at times unconvincing, and the scene in which Fitzenheid awakes half submerged in a huge cooking pot surrounded by carrots, onions and other vegetables is marred by an over-reliance on stock footage.
**update**
Well what do you know, I made up this film as a stupid joke to play around with the content and it turns out that it’s now a real movie – although this review has fuck all to do with that particular piece, at least I doubt it has because I’ve never seen it. Wouldn’t it be funny though if I’d got it spot on.
