End of the Line

I'm a sucker for horror movies and watch about every one I can get near of. That usually leads to a lot of bad movie-watching. So I consider myself fairly educated in the ways of horror movies.

This movie was such a surprise to me. I had expected the typical people-going-crazy formula, but I found that there was more than that. It was interesting because of the religious reason for the craziness. I have a degree in religious studies and I found this formula very accurate.

Another great thing about this movie is that you feel sympathy with all the "good" characters and really hope that everyone gets out alive. Even through we all know that this rarely happens in horror movies.

The movie's atmosphere makes the movie work very well. No, it's not the world's greatest script and the direction is surely not perfect, men it works and is entertaining until the very end.

I really recommend this film to every horror fan.

I really want to see what Maurice Devereaux will come up with in the future. He's got a lot of great ideas in this film and I'd like to see what he's capable of with a good set of actors and a decent budget. I really enjoyed this; it's got so much heart and does all the right things but, as it stands, it falls a bit short of its potential. It's a great low-budget horror film but it tries to be more than that and doesn't quite make it.

The storyline and plot are both excellent and, while not wholly original, are miles ahead of the cookie cutter garbage that passes for "horror" these days. This is definitely a "horror" film in every sense of the word - plenty of scares, a supernatural undercurrent, impending doom and a strong religious theme. A special note should be given to the atmosphere in this film. Even with low production values, the director created an apocalyptic world that felt like it was closing in on you. The results are pretty horrifying.

Basically, a group of people on a late night subway train find themselves stranded when the power goes out. As the passengers wait, a prominent cult leader contacts his followers and tells them that the rapture is imminent. He orders them to "save" (translation: kill with crucifix daggers and sabres) all the non-believers around them.

Many cultists are on the train and begin slaying people but a group of passengers manage to get away and find refuge in a nearby service point. Cell phones, radios and TVs are all of no use and we find out later that the cult leader has taken over a TV station and is broadcasting the mayhem going on in the city and around the world.

From the start there are scenes that are designed to make you jump and lots of strange occurrences that begin to make sense as the movie progresses. Unless you're really perceptive, I doubt you'll get everything on a first viewing, probably because you'll be busy trying not to sh!t your pants during the first 15 minutes.

All this mystery would be fine if this was a more straightforward movie but I still had questions after watching it a second time. Not major questions just little things that nag me as I write this review. The ending was good, though, and I think I got it. The director did say that he wanted to leave it open so that people would discuss the movie and he definitely succeeded.

If you can put up with the amateur acting and are willing to invest some thought into it, this is a great little horror movie.

And I thought the Mormon missionaries were relentless! This movie takes place at night on a subway train where a crazed religious cult has decided that it's the "end of days" and starts killing everyone with crucifix daggers to "save their souls". It ends up being kind of a claustrophobic "Night of The Living Dead" knock-off, and quickly begs the question of why there would be so many members in a fringe cult group, and why they would waste so much time going after a handful of passengers on late night subway car. There is an interesting twist at the end based on strange and truly terrifying visions the heroine has been having, but they kind of fumble it.

This movie is definitely effective in places, but it suffers the typical problems of modern day horror movies. There is not enough character development before the killing,for instance, to make you care much for any of the characters, and the movie often tries to be shocking and outrageous simply for the sake of being shocking and outrageous. There's one pretty tasteless scene that does the Sharon Tate murder one better (and I don't mean the Tate murders, I mean the actual murder of Tate herself). On the other hand, there is some pretty clever black comedy like the way the cult members mindlessly chant, "God loves you," as they stab people to death (as the Manson Family reportedly did). And the filmmakers seem pretty horror literate, paying homage not only to classics like "Night of the Living Dead", but also much more obscure films like "Who Can Kill a Child?". But much like Jesus, this film is just alright with me.

Just (and I mean literally, just) saw this at the Toronto International Film Festival. It was preceded by a really creepy first-person handicam short film (The Eyes of Edward James), which had me shaking even before End started.

Suffice it to say, the film did not disappoint. It helps not to know much about the movie, but the key plot points are: * Death & * The Subway

Canadian viewers will get a kick out of the TTC and Montreal Metro shots (and have a fun time taking public transit home), and pretty much anyone will be freaked out about taking the subway after watching it.

The only complaint I would make is it was about 30 minutes and a few characters too long. There was a bit too much characterisation and conversation, and it slowed the plot down - though I'm quick to add that it never went too long before a scary/exciting part picked up again. If this is going to see major release though, they'll definitely need to cut it - anything over 2h is already too much, and this movie definitely didn't need that extra stuff.

One final warning: It is exceedingly gory. I have not seen so much blood and graphic violence in a long time. And it'll scare you.

Prior to "End of the Line," the only thing I'd seen by writer-director Maurice Devereaux was a satirical short on PMS, done in the style of a '50s educational film (look it up on YouTube). Needless to say, this guy is a versatile talent worth keeping an eye on. Like many low-budget, independent horror films, "Line" begins fairly awkward, with wobbly performances, questionable makeup effects, and bizarre camera choreography. But after a deliberate buildup followed by an incredibly chilling segue into cold-blooded violence, "End of the Line" goes off and running to its own rhythm and tune, with near-total disregard for political correctness and moral scrutiny. The plot wouldn't seem so intensely button-pushing if we hadn't been inundated (especially in the wake of 9/11) with a rash of films that failingly attempt to rationalize and justify contemptible actions (on both sides) in the midst of warfare and natural disaster; Devereaux's 'monsters' are members of an expansive (and apparently global) religious sect, led by a Jim Jones type foretelling the impending apocalypse. Armed with crucifix daggers, strong belief, and Sunday Smiles, these zealots are the stuff of nightmares (proving once again what George Romero established in "Night of the Living Dead"--what a zombie does to a person is nothing compared to what the human survivors do to themselves). Beginning on a stopped subway car (where the PA crackles with cryptic, incoherent messages) and progressing through the subterranean tunnels below, a disparate group of survivors attempt to find their way to safety while being stalked by the murderous sect. The location is one of "Line"'s key strengths: the dimly-lit, desolate tunnels provide a thick, claustrophobic sense of desperation and isolation that only ratchets up the terror of the situation. Similarly, the performances by a cast of Stateside unknowns improves considerably as the film progresses, to the point where the viewer aligns his own survival instinct with that of the characters, and the desire to see them make it out alive. But like Romero, Devereaux isn't content with Happy Endings, and leaves us on an admirably ambiguous note that would do Dante Aligheri proud. "End of the Line" is a triumph for the genre.