There’s one amazing thing about The Night Of The Wererooster (2015):
It didn’t suck.
Now, I’m not getting carried away here. Some of the acting is a little iffy, and we never do get to see the monster in question in the print we saw, much to my Arts Editor’s disappointment[1], but, quite honestly, we went into it expecting a disaster we couldn’t stand, and came out the other side just a little weirded out. In that good, creepy way that means the story managed to get into our individual subconscious.
The plot has some lovely twists to it. A collection of people show up at a lake surrounded by forest, and it turns out that all of them, except the local lady, has lost a loved one in the area. Told that another entire family was recently killed on a camping trip at another lake, they set off to investigate for clues.
And then things start getting weird. Not all these people are what we think they are. They don’t die in the order we’d prefer. And, well, when the Werehens began dancing, that was really a little freaky.
Not that there aren’t some laughs, either, but they’re a bit heavy-handed. Still, this is not a bad effort by a collection of unknowns, and the twists were logical, once the situation was understood.
Thematics is a more difficult question. Perhaps it was quite subtle, such as every experience that doesn’t kill you may still change you so much you won’t recognize yourself afterwards.
Or you can just sit back and enjoy.
1 She enjoys chickens in all their variety, from furry to sauteed.
