There’s a camp fire story around these parts…an old wives tale really…of a young girl raped out in the deep wilderness by her intolerable, alcoholic uncle…driven insane with guilt….she’s locked away by her own kin…but some ugly secrets have a way of never staying buried for long…..and soon a son is born…..a son that will come back and free her from the asylum…a son that, out of love for his mother, releases her from her prison…sends her back to the forest where it all began…back to Mill Creek…in a vague hope that she’ll find some form of peace amongst the serene wild life…hoping that nobody ever travels there again….that nobody uncovers the secret again….
Gritty survival horror that goes for the throat, or more specifically, Daryl Hannah’s throat; Final Terror is a different treat than most slashers. Where other horror films play fast and loose with the rules that govern reality Final Terror settles on a more grounded approach to the genre, supposing that, what if a real group of people were stalked in the woods by a single psychotic killer? How would they react? How would the killer be able to slip around them undetected? Final Terror tries to answer these questions in a believable way. The killer wears a makeshift gilly suit that makes her invisible to the naked eye while entrenched amongst the ferns and moss. The group of teens and twenty-somethings that find themselves the target of the killer’s murderous attack attempt to blend into the forest by donning camouflage, take turns watching over each other at night, and generally try to stick together and fight back. Most films would have played out in some pseudo-realistic predictable cat and mouse game where the nameless horror victims would prod on through the woods, panicking, separating, and eventually being snuffed off one by one by the killer until one person, one “final girl” remains. Thankfully this played out scenario isn’t the case here. Even injuries are dealt with in a more realistic way, typically when someone gets their throat slashed in a horror film they die instantly, with little blood, and little fuss. In this film, when one of the unfortunate campers gets a grotesque gash in the throat, she doesn’t die right away, the injury bleeds out naturally, and quick medical assistance ends up saving her life. Well played Final Terror; you really butter my bread!