“Hey, babe? Are you my babe, babe?”
“Babe! I’m totally your babe, babe! Babe, that thinking is so not-babe.”
I have NEVER called my wife ‘babe’ without a huge dollop of sarcasm mixed-in, but a BABE drinking contest would murder anyone after the first 15 minutes of this mildly amusing mix of found footage horror, mockumentary, and amateur journalism.
Since it’s Goldthwait, it’s a testament to his often stellar previous work that you’d expect a singular, fresh interpretation of the hackneyed “let’s go explore the deep, dark woods” sub-genre. To his credit, the footage often looks genuine, i.e. crappy, so the illusion is mostly achieved. His leads are just likable enough to avoid being obnoxious or annoying, with Bryce Johnson’s Jim being purposely aggravating and Alexie Gilmore’s Kelly acting as the irritable audience surrogate; asking, pleading, begging, then downright commanding her himbo of a boyfriend to get her out of this wilderness hellscape.
The use of sound is particularly strong, especially in a bold, highly-ambitious 13-minute take which may actually be closer to 20-minutes if a manufactured cut-to-black didn’t involve any cuts or an alternate take. In the end, despite an abrupt and satisfying conclusion, it doesn’t amount to much, nor does it merit a rewatch aside from maybe a quick rewind of the last few minutes.
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