Intermedio

I have to admit, I cribbed that line straight from the movie. I'm not sure if the actor was trying to put his personal spin on "what the heck" or if the writer is just plain retarded, but that is the caliber of dialogue you are likely to find in Intermedio. I know, I know, it's a horror movie, who gives about the dialogue? Is there gore or nudity in this? Yes on gore, no on nudity - which is a shame, given their leading lady. The gore was cool and I have to admit the intermedio was kind of creepy. But really, some of the situations in this movie are so ridiculous it will make you yell out, "Oh, come on!" in a movie whose premise involves white drug dealers, haunted caves, and men who can endure massive mutilations without immediately going into shock. But other than that, there isn't much to recommend this movie since it isn't even funny enough accidentally to make it worthwhile. There are bright spots, however. The intermedios, as I've said before, are kind of creepy. There are some nice computer effects in there and the sets are actually far and above what one would expect from a low budget movie. In short, hats off to the makeup/effects people, the location scout, and the wardrobe folks for putting the ladies in tight T-shirts. The writer and director, on the other hand, should be fed to the lions.

I had read the script when it was workshopped on zoetrope.com or triggerstreet maybe, so i was looking forward to the film. I was saddened to see that the script which I had read was not the one that had been filmed. I'm not sure what happened between the translation from script to screen but this movie wasn't the original campy horror it once was. Sure there were moments (Railsback monologue was cool), but the production just fell short. Seems to many corners were cut. It was really "The Inbetween." At times the editing worked, others it didn't. Same with the acting. It could have been better and it could have been worse.

A group of four teenage friends become trapped in a Mexican border tunnel where they fall prey, one-by one, to tortured ghosts who haunt it.

This movie deserves recognition as having possibly the best actors to appear in such a terrible film -- Edward Furlong, Cerina Vincent, Amber Benson... not that these are A-listers, but how did such a terrible film attract people who have had such notable careers? This could have been played by amateurs.

I am not blaming the actors, of course. There is no way this could have been good. Maybe a new director, new script, a few other changes... of course, then it would have been another film entirely. Which is what it would take to make this one good.

I thought the presence of a known actor like Eddie Furlong might mean that this movie has a certain level of budget, if not quality. Neither is the case. This is a cheap movie with cheap "effects" that are eye-rolling at best, laughable at worst -- the "ghosts" are guys dressed in skeleton costumes, a la Karate Kid (Plus, I'm getting sick of digital blood in horror movies.). The dialog is a ridiculous heaping of clichéd yelling ("We're not gonna get anywhere yelling at each other like this!" and that sort of crap). The actors are no better -- just a bunch of overacting, and Furlong is not immune. He's seen better days. His hunched over, paunchy stoner body, and baggy eyes make him look increasingly like Peter Lorre. The only entertaining part of this film is watching Cernia Vincent running around in a cut-off t-shirt sans bra and with thong-cut jeans. Too bad the director is so incompetent; the cuts are jerky and disjointed, and he even has Vincent do some sort of Matrix-like fall-back maneuver to dodge a projectile, all with a straight face. The director tries to throw in some cheap "boo!" scares, but nothing -- nothing -- in this movie is remotely frightening, except for the fact that it was even made.

This has to be without a doubt one of the worst movies with some of the worst acting I have ever seen. Pathetic does not begin to describe it. Painful on the eyes and ears would be an understatement. A bunch of teenagers with guns run around in a cave yelling, screaming, and cursing at one another while a mad warlock controls spirits that maim and kill them in some mysterious way-they get sucked through doors, sucked into the ground, become covered in blood. At least one of the guys was relatively nice looking and almost provided eye candy. That's about the brightest point of the movie other than when the credits roll and you realize that it thankfully has ended.