I have a love/hate relationship with Joss Whedon. On the one hand, there’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Firefly, and Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog. On the other, Dollhouse (sorry, never did get into it), the fun but mostly messy “Buffy Season 8” graphic series, and YOU KILLED FRED YOU BASTARD. (Though Whedon’s re-vamp of Much Ado About Nothing, with Amy Ackers as Beatrice, could go a long way towards forgiveness. Kinda.) When Joss said he was going to “attempt to revitalize the horror film which…had ‘devolved’ with the introduction of ‘torture porn'”, I got excited. Because I cannot stand pointless horror films that amount to nothing more than an over-glorification of senseless death. Gory slashers, fine. But don’t crap on my parade with a shocking ending that is no longer shocking, and that adds insult to injury by leaving the door open for an even crappier sequel. Although The Cabin in the Woods starts off as a deliciously creepy surprise, it sputters out and ends with a weak-willed bang that’s more okey-dokey than awesome. This is a film that has too many good ideas, and loses itself in the weight of it’s own excess.
It’s difficult to discuss this movie without spoiling the heavily hyped “game changing” plot points. So let’s just cut to the chase, shall we? The Cabin In The Woods is a Whedonphile’s dream come true. It’s got everything his acolytes want; actors from his TV shows, snarky dialogue and constant snide nudge-nudges at genre clichés. Though it was fun to watch, it wasn’t the satisfying concoction I’d been hoping for. Viewers who haven’t memorized all the episodes of BtVS and Angel may think this stuff is a revelation, but halfway in, The Cabin in the Woods feels like Joss’ Greatest Hits playing at a multiplex near you. Not necessarily a bad thing, but nothing truly new either.




















