Wendigo

This film based on Ojibwa (chippewa) and Algonquin Native American Legends.

I had expected this film to center mostly around this but it was only a small part of the plot.

The Wendigo, Windigo, or Windago is a spirit that comes with the wind. It would entice persons by calling to them in an irresistable way. It then would drag its victims along at great speeds until they burn up.

This film mostly centers around a family that vacations un upstate New York during winter and have an unpleasant run in with some local hunters. This film has some excellent cinematography and special camera angles. There is much time-lapse photography and one part with the now-famous "time slice" photography better known as "bullet time" which was made famous in "The Matrix (1999)"

It is an unusual film and I could describe it as a combination of Blair Witch, Sixth Sense, Abominable Snowman.

As a character-driven chiller, Wendigo is a thoroughly satisfying film, though not one that successfully plays out its early promise. From the establishing shot of a young family driving a winding road into the darkened wilderness I was immediately reminded of The Shining. And if Wendigo doesn't quite display that films polished visuals, it certainly borrows the themes of isolation and familial tension, especially patriarchal, that Kubrick examined so well. Cult director Larry Fessenden has gone back to horror movie basics to achieve a palpable tension in his film: black shadows in every corner of a very-underlit rural house, creaky floorboards, shrieking nighttime winds. His film starts to unravel when he pushes to far - the appearance of the Wendigo, an Indian spirit that travels on the wind, is at first frightening but ultimately overplayed; Fessenden feels compelled to reveal the monster in an extended attack sequence on the films hillbilly badguy, and in doing so belies the slyness with which we had so successfully frightened us up to that point. The ending is particularly murky, both visually and narratively, feeling rushed and a little self-consciously obscure. The cast is uniformly solid: Jake Weber and Patricia Clarkson as the yuppies-in-peril are very real, and 'Malcolm In The Middle' youngster Erik Per Sullivan provides the perfect conduit for audience fear and apprehension. The print I viewed at the recent AFM conference was particularly grainy and I am unsure as to whether this was due to the transfer from HDV-to-film or whether Fessenden shot it like that. Regardless, it proved very effective in creating a sense of dread and foreboding, especially in the early twilight scenes. Also nice to see a film that revels in its ability to scare, not always winking at the audience in a self-mocking "Scream" sort-of way. More often than not lately irony and revisionism have gotten in the way of a good fright, which Wendigo certainly provides.

Larry Fessenden's Wendigo is a film that has stuck with me since I saw it years ago, a glowing textbook example on how to create chilly, effective and engrossing horror on a minimal budget, to maximum creepy effect. Set in the snowy drifts of Upstate New York in the dead of winter, a stressed out family heads up to a remote cottage for a rest. Following an accident, a dead deer and the subsequent altercations with angry locals, things take a turn for the supernatural as some dark force takes up residence on the cottage grounds, shaking the family to their collective core. There's an old legend out there about a spirit called Wendigo, a vengeful ghost that latches onto traumatic events, haunting those involved often right to their graves. These poor people awakened it, and it won't go away. Jake Weber, Patricia Clarkson and Dewey from Malcolm In The Middle are great as these folks, compelling in their sense of confusion and dread. The creature is rarely seen, save for a single stark image that I haven't forgotten since: after the car accident, the child looks a ways up the road and sees it standing there, a freaky spectre, all shadows, antlers and such. Spooky stuff.

I believe this movie needs to be watched through the eyes of the boy, Miles. He has traveled with his Mom and Dad to a strange old house out in nowhere land, and has to sleep in a large room by himself. To me, the real horror in this film is the woods, and the darkness. The boy has been told about the legend, or folklore of the Wendigo. It roams the woods and fields looking for its next victim. In his bed the boy looks through old books which show pictures of Indian cultures which practice the rituals of wearing animal heads and masks. Everything around him is strange and creepy. I specifically remember long ago riding in the back seat of the family car on cold, dark winter nights, just like Miles was doing. Just me back there and Mom and Dad up front. Driving down a country road at dark, especially just as darkness has fallen, I could see the trees and woods as we passed by them, but just a short distance into the wood line, it turned completely black. The cold and snow added to the chill that would come over me. My boy brain could imagine that someone, or some thing, was in there watching us pass. If our car broke down here, we've had it. We would all be torn to pieces by whatever is out there, watching us. It may even be a large black wolf, and I imagined I could see only two yellow eyes, just into the trees. Cars did not have automatic devices back then, and I would slowly reach over to be sure the door was locked. I could not wait to get home and into my warm cozy bed in my own safe room. I personally really liked the extremely moody photography in this film and the snowy, dark, late evening and night scenes. To me, that is the real scare and even now gives me chills to think about. The Wendigo itself is almost a side story to the isolation, darkness and the unknown of the woods at night. If nothing else, I like this film because it introduced me to, or reminded me of, a wonderful old poem by Robert Frost, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening". I printed that poem and hung it by a window in my house where I look out onto the woods out back.

I like horror movies a lot and have seen a great many of them. I rented this movie with misgivings which were, alas, justified. For approximately the first hour, very little happened. A couple & small child driving along the woods hit a deer then encounter some hunters, one of whom has a screw loose. Words are exchanged and the family eventually gets unstuck from the ditch they ran into after hitting the deer. After that, for about an hour, not much happens.

A horror movie, above all, should not be boring, and this one is. All that happens occurs in the last 1/2 hour.