In a film called Hell Fest, one that is fixated on the covering topics of awfulness and Halloween, it’s nothing unexpected that we’re presented to a considerable measure of evil presence like symbolism which is all of the B-motion picture assortment.
Natalie and Brooke have a profound companionship, the kind that stands the trial of time. As the motion picture’s force level increase, Natalie and Brooke express their genuine fondness for one another, with each sweetly telling the other, “I cherish you.”
At the point when the plot achieves its tipping point, and the diminishing number of surviving companions starts to understand that something genuinely horrendous is going on, they do their best to ensure one another. That is particularly valid for Natalie and Brooke, with Nat helping her companion through a damnation themed labyrinth after she’s injured. Natalie fearlessly endeavors to confront him on two or three events also, to some extent to spare her companion and partially to spare herself.
As this film tolerantly sways and rearranges toward its decision, Natalie and Brooke figure they can leave the recreation center by entering a display called Welcome to Hell.
Just with sickening dread motion pictures are individuals this doltish.
As they scramble through a wickedly embellished labyrinth looking for said get away from, a Vincent Price-esque voice articulates, “You are at the passageway to damnation. Would you be able to make it out the opposite side?” Funnily enough, that is precisely how I was feeling by that point in the motion picture. (Scratch that: Much prior, really.) Only not, I think, in the manner in which this present motion picture’s creators expected.
This ludicrous, subsidiary and unsurprising fair of rough butchery may all the more precisely have been named Dumb Fest. It felt like an odd blend of Halloween and Scooby-Doo just with significantly more blood, gut and obscenity than the last at any point proffered as Shaggy, Scooby and the group indicted their frequently powerfully tinged sleuthing.
Do the trick it to state alarms are hard to come by in this R-appraised schlockfest. As is sound judgment, besides: If you’re attempting to get away from a conceal serial executioner in an awfulness amusement stop, prolly best not to head into a displayed named “Welcome to Hell” in the expectation of finding a cheerful closure.