Grim

Despite references to Greek mythology (well someone carries a ball of string around a cave) and the Brothers Grimm, this Grim is the same tedious man in a monster suit movie you've probably seen way too many times before. The thrust of the plot has four dull types with the help of a a Ouija board, inadvertently unleashing Grim- a troll monster who kidnaps Wendy a female member of their number. With houses subsiding and housewives disappearing due to the monster's uncouth penchant for materialising in people's living rooms, a bickering couple are called in to investigate the local caves. They're joined of course by the remaining Ouija board users who fail to tell them about the obese troll that waits below or Wendy whose been stripped down to her underwear and tied up, yes its another cautionary tale of the dangers of `new age crap'. A high tolerance for endless scenes of people running around in caves is required for Grim, a cheap mosaic of a movie desperately stitched from several other pictures although I never thought I'd see a film that owed so much debt to 1986's Rawhead Rex. Grim makes some concessions towards the gore market with severed hands and heads waved at the audience, but the ‘meat shots' also conprise the films most unintelligible moments. The first murder frankly makes no sense at all, closely followed by what appears to be a disembowelling but actually seems more like Grim cutting up a Christmas turkey, the continuity reaches such appalling depths that when Grim decapitates a victim near the end you are actually unsure of whose head has been chopped off! Grim's director Paul Matthews with the help of assorted relatives also made Breeders (1996) an only slightly superior feature showcasing a sex crazed alien ‘loosting' after schoolgirls, there were plans for a Grim 2 but sanity must have prevailed. Interestingly Grim has never surfaced in the UK, although Breeders did manage to gather dust on the video shelves, no doubt due to the presence of several low rent celebrities in the cast like Oliver ‘The Stud' Tobias and Samantha Janus. Of the two, Breeders has the meagre edge, if only because it subscribes to a strange rhetoric that the lead actresses bum was allot more interesting than anything else. Both are ‘transatlantic' productions- read a British film that goes to fanatical extremes to pretend its American, and are frequently hilarious for that reason. Note those accents that occasional slip into twangs that are anything but Virginian or that the film quickly sends its heros into caves masking the location. Not however before the film's funniest shot, one of the characters drives through what couldn't pass for anything other than a droll English suburb so its a jot when the car stops revealing a sticker bearing the legend `Virginia Mining Company'. Grim also has a legacy that lives up to its title, a few years after the film's release actress Kadamba Simmons (billed here as Kadamba) was strangled in the shower by a crazed ex-boyfriend. This turn of events lends unexpected sadness and pathos to her roles in both Grim and Breeders (where she played a scared women dominated by an alien monster) that neither the scripts, direction or acting of the model turned budding actress really deserve. As a result however, parts of Grim such as when she's tied down by her insane psychic husband or covered in blood now seem on a gut-emotional level, hard to watch. If you were really being generous (and I doubt anyone suffering through Grim would be) it could be argued that the Matthews are producing films very much in the manner of the cheap British Exploitation films turned out in the Fifties and Sixties. Theres an almost Butchers Film Distributors edge to Grim's pathetic transatlantic tone which echos the legendary Sixties sweatshop's hiring of faded American and Canadian matinee idols in an attempt to have their movies released in some countries as opposed to some counties. Ironically both Breeders and Grim appear to reach logical conclusions around the 60 minute mark, the ideal ‘programmer' time. Sadly Grim is just another tragedy story, bearing the conclusion that theres a genuine scarcity of the filmmaking savvy needed to pull off a wild horror/exploitation film piece among the people currently producing ‘Britschlock'. Coming across less a bunch of films than a celluloid rogues galley- Death Machine, Proteus, Beyond Bedlam and Pervirella- make good the reasons why the Matthews would be cagey about revealing their local, but utterly workmanlike ‘product' like this isn't going to rock the world either. Its unfortunate then that Grim unambitious and shallow a project as it is, is only really successful in its Anglo-Saxon apeing of the very worse of the direct to video market.

Just a couple of times in your lifetime, you will come across a movie so bad, so horrendously, appallingly bad, that your eyes will light up and your mouth will start to salivate in the delight of it all.

Grim is one of these movies.

Right from the opening credits you know it, and by about half way through, you are beyond amusement - your lower lip will hang, slackly separated from your upper one, and your eyes will be vacantly gazing at the screen. Your brain will hate you for watching this movie.

The opening credits look like a cheap screensaver, and go on for minutes. No action, typical orchestral horror music, a black screen and some words. Finally, it finishes, and an inexplicable four second shot of some kind of underground stone casket is shown. It looks like polystyrene. The first real scene is the old ouija board trick with a bunch of teenagers in a bedroom. Well, actually, it's two guys in their mid-thirties and some 21-year-old girls, in what looks like a very cold and dark basement. There is no reason for them to be together, to be there, and to not have grown out of using ouija boards.

The acting is woeful, the editing looks deliberately shoddy (a few shots run on for about 3 seconds too long, after the action has finished, leaving you awkwardly staring), and the visual effects...well, I don't know whose brainchild the Grim actually was, but I'm guessing he's made of rubber and had a terrible childhood.

This movie was so bad that I wasn't able to get through the whole thing, however I was able to get through enough of it to come up with a pretty good idea that this movie sucks big time. Look at the star rating it currently has for crying out loud!!! (Note: the star rating is currently at 1.8) The story to this film makes no sense at all, and the whole idea of this movie being scary is a joke. The effects are awful and the acting is even worse. I've seen some bad movies, but at least they were ever so slightly tolerable. I should have known that this film sucked when the credits started rolling and I was unable to recognize (or even pronounce) the cast list. It's my own fault for not seeing that this was a bad movie. Look at the box cover! The creature looks like a Sesame Street puppet, only, not as scary.

I watched this crap about 2 years ago on cable. I wasted 90 mins. of my life, I could've done anything else.

There was no plot, acting, direction, or reason to make this movie! The monster is extremely cheesy and cheap. There is no gore or even a false scare. The underground setting promised a little, but it got pretty old after 15 mins. There was no tension or creepy atmosphere. One of the worst slasher movies I've seen, and believe me, I've seen TERRIBLE slasher movies. This is beyond mediocrity, please avoid it.

0/10. Bury it!

There's a lot of walking in this movie. People walk up and down, side to side and all over! There are even scene's where the characters walk off into the background while the camera stays at the scene for unnecessarily long times. But they continued walking. My legs hurt after I watched this movie. So if you like walking, then this movie is for you.