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(TIFF'14 Intro) Director Sung Bo Shim introduced the movie's afternoon screening and stuck around for Q&A session afterwards.

(Review) I consider Snowpiercer to be one of the best films to come out of 2013, and Joon-ho Bong's co-scripting duties on Haemoo was what attracted me to Haemoo. While first time director, and co-script(er) Sung Bo Shim took over directorial duties for Haemoo, it is with Snowpiercer that the film will most draw comparisons. Although they couldn't be more different in terms of scripting, plot, or even the message they aim to get across, they are both a gritty, bleak look at humanity's darker side, and in both cases, play their conflicts out in locations that mirror the messages the films are trying to get across. As Snowpiercer traces a revolution that begins in the bleak lower classes back carriages of the last remaining train on Earth, moves through the empowered, and autonomous middle class cars and ends at the apathetic, electronically numb upper classes carriages, the audience are treated to a class warfare fueled journey through the entirely of our world.

Bo Shim, here, plays his tale out on a small fishing vessel, and a desperate captain, who decides to transport human cargo when business runs slow. As in Snowpiercer, the fishing vessel, and the ocean it travels on, reflect the mental state of the crew. Clear waters and sunny oceans start their journey, dark stormy waters mark their arrival to pick up the new cargo and as the crew start breaking and coming to terms with what they've been forced to do, the Haemoo (sea fog) sets in, blinding our screens, and trapping the vessel in ethereal limbo. Bo Shim takes visual clues from Joon-ho Bong and dresses up the three areas of the ship according to their roles: the uppers decks are gray and steely, the fish hold (a very bad place) is dark and bleak, and the engine room, the only 'sanctuary' for a large part of the film, is decked in shades warm yellow and brown. The film looks stark and visceral, and everything, from the script to the acting, helps get that across.

All the sights and sounds would be a waste without a solid script to back it up, and the movie does not disappoint. Haemoo throws average, ordinary, salt of the earth people into desperate situations that shatter, twist and test them. The movie's first act traces the lives of these fishermen, on and off land, and shows them going about their lives. The writing in these parts is so authentic that it's hard not to view them as real people, with real, crappy jobs by the time they head back off to sea. It is through these unremarkable and slow sequences (a charming little love story on the boat takes the better part of the first hour) that the script manages to put us at ease and catch us off guard when the s**t hits the fan. And it does hit the fan. I won't spoil anything for you, and while there's hardly any on screen violence, Haemoo was more effective as a horror movie than last night's screening of Rec 4. The final act culminates in one of the most haunting sequences you will see this year on the big screen, and ends with a perfect ending: unapologetic, chaotic, confusing, without closure. Real.

Before the film began, one of the film's protagonists (also in attendance) said she hoped that the movie will stay with the audience long after it's over. I find it hard to imagine anyone walking away from this film unscathed. How could ordinary people do these acts? Was there something dark inside them all along? Perhaps the things they were forced to do shattered their minds? Perhaps there something dark and twisted in everyone? These are questions I should stop asking myself, but I can't. Haemoo is a masterpiece, and excels in getting under your skin and affecting you on a very primal level. This is a movie you need to watch, and with an excellent score to boot, one you should want to.

(TIFF'14 Intro) The film premiered as part of the midnight madness lineup. Jaume Balagueró and Manuela Velasco introduced the movie. Velasco announced that this would be her first time watching the movie as well. Balagueró thanked a bunch of people involved and restated that this is the final movie in the series, and effectively ends the story.

(Review) I'm a huge fan of the first two Rec movies. The first one is widely considered a genre buster, invigorating the hand-held found footage genre. The second one managed to build on the original, while delivering some truly intense moments and hitting all the high marks. They were intelligent, smart films, a rarity in horror movies. However, Rec 3 was a truly awful mess and thankfully not really canon (you can pretend it never happened). While directors Jaume Balagueró and Paco Plaza collaborated on both Rec 1 and 2, they decided to split up directorial duties among the last two films. After sitting through a painful viewing of Plaza's Rec 3, I could only conclude that the talent and potential gleamed in the first two films must lay with Balagueró. With that in mind, I had pretty high expectations for Rec 4.

The movie opens (seemingly) moments after the end of Rec 2. The apartment building returns to set up the script before the film shifts to the interior of a cramped oil tanker, with hardly any transition. It is by doing this that Balagueró masterfully switches out one claustrophobic stage for another, without ever giving the audience a moment of relief, or the characters, any reprieve. After a slow-burn first act, the action kicks into high gear as we are told the hope for saving, or destroying the virus lies on that oil bunker. Balagueró is a true horror movie buff, and Rec 4 is littered with references from all over the genre: movies (Aliens, RE, Deep Impact) and games (RE Revelations). Speaking of the horror movie elements, the zombie/demons look and sound more authentic than ever. And as for the new entry in the enemy roster, well, it might seem a little gimmicky but it works and Balagueró has a lot of fun with it (Everybody cheered as Angela Vidal screamed M******!). I'm not sure if this would be the goriest entry in the franchise, but it certainly delivered in that department, especially once the final act kicks in, which is, more or less, an intense bloodbath in true Rec style: Never letting up until the end, yet sprinkling the final act with small moments of black comedy. The most pleasant surprise were the characters. Fleshing out characters is hardly a priority in most horror scripts, but Rec 4 surprised me by turning the tables on usual stereotypical characters, and by the end, I was rooting for the unlikeliest of them. And I loved that about this movie. The whole thing is propelled forward by an amazing score and excellent sound work.

The bad? Balagueró has to work with narrow halls and almost no corners (sadly he could not construct the hallways around his shots like James Wan did for The Conjuring) and as such, the shots are tight and cramped. I was onboard with the directors' decision to move past hand-held, but that does not seem to have helped with shakycam. And while the movie captures some moments of pure intense action and manages to outdo Rec 3 in every way possible, it does not twist the genre like the first two films did, nor will it blow you out of the water.

In the end, Rec 4 is a satisfying, gory, visceral and intense conclusion to a great and (mostly) unique series. While the first two movies were made with the aim of creating genre-busters, Rec 4 is made for the fans who've followed the series, and Angela Vidal from the start. And you will not be disappointed.