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One of the smartest and most terrifying films in years, YOU'RE NEXT reinvents the genre by putting a fresh twist on home-invasion horror. When a gang of masked, ax-wielding murderers descend upon the Davison family reunion, the hapless victims seem trapped... until an unlikely guest of the family proves to be the most talented killer of all.
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The boogety-boogeties in "You're Next" are terrifyingly metaphored in their eyeless animal masks, but not supernatural. They have motive. They have means. They are formidable without being invincible.
The logic of this movie "plays fair."
The protagonists of "You're Next" are neither ineffectual trip-at-the-last-minute, throw-perfectly-good-gun-at-villian-who-merely-drops-to-a-knee-after-being-shot-in-the-shoulder (I'm looking at YOU, Jennifer Lopez in "The Boy Next Door"), nor are they John McClain.
Again, "You're Next" respects the viewer and plays fair.
My only ding is a couple of instances of "Scooby-Do"ing: "I'm going in this part of the scary house by myself. You go to that part of the scary house by yourself and we'll meet back here in a few minutes." Yeah. You do that, Copernicus. Say hello to Darwin for me.
The gore is doled out judiciously and for-effect only. Some of the trope-y characters you want to hate are not missed when they meet their maker. Some of the trope-y characters you want to hate turn out to have more dimensions than you gave the writers credit for.
I'm not sure how I missed this movie for so long. I dig it. I recommend it.
The Davisons are as messed up as they come. So when they all drive up to 5 Edelweiss Drive, Emporia County for a family reunion, bound to be some airing out of dirty laundry. The toxicity extends to the dinner table as further pent-up grievances are exposed. None in that room will ever admit it - mostly because most of 'em are horribly dead now - but the speeding arrow what shatters the glass window may have come as a relief, even if the shaft's buried itself in a family guest's forehead.
It's sad that not enough know about this rad movie. You're Next is a home invasion slasher film from 2013. It's a by-the-numbers horrorfest: masked assailants armed with stabbing/mauling/garroting tools picking off their stupid victims one by one. I was really okay with the Davisons and guests getting butchered in gristly fashion, for they are aggravating, panicky people. Mewling, whimpering no-hopers. And if that were all to the movie, I would've unhesitatingly consigned it to crap cinema purgatory. You're Next, however, has one shining saving grace. And that's Erin.
Oh the luck of chubby-faced Crispian Davison (A.J. Bowen) to snag a hot Australian bartending babe like Erin (Sharni Vinson). When sh-- goes down, Erin is the only one to not lose her sh--. Maybe if the studio had showcased her as a badass chick while promoting the movie, it would've raked in more than $26 million at the box office. There is a list for everything under the sun, including many lists for badass women in horror. Click on any of them and you'll see Erin prominently there, rubbing elbows with Ripley and Buffy and Clarice Starling and Barbara from Night of the Living Dead (but the 1990 version; the 1968 Barbra is pretty useless).
Sharni Vinson submits an unflinching portrayal of a survivor who will absolutely get her hands dirty. Them home invaders couldn't have picked a wronger person to stalk. Erin, come to find, is a survivalist, tough as nails and adept in the art of the creative ambush. Maybe the most fun part of the movie is when the perspective abruptly shifts and, suddenly, we're tracking the killers as they nervously creep thru the house, now terrorized by Erin. What a shockingly awesome turn of events.
By the way, I'm so relieved that the killers, in repeatedly scribbling "You're Next" on walls with their victims' blood, kept faith with grammar. I would've thrown the remote at the tube if the thing had read "Your Next." Because what's worse than an uneducated serial killer?
If nothing else, this movie drops several survival tips that may save your life: i.e.: the wooden planks with the nails sticking out and that, at some places, if you text 911, the police receive it as a voice mail.
I said this was a "by-the-numbers horrorfest." Maybe I take that back. There is some insidious black humor that pops up when you least expect it. Reportedly, some of the intense dialogue over the dinner table is improvised material. The soundtrack and cinematography are top notch and substantially ramp up the tension. Regarding the ambient score, there is some ill John Carpenter stuff going on. We're treated to a string of creative kills, courtesy of Erin as she turns the table and proceeds to graphically Home Alone the interlopers. Erin is justice for the no-hopers, payback for scads of horror movies in which people laid down and meekly said, "Stab me, psycho."
If you're in just for the scares and the gory kills, like myself who got lots more than I bargained for, you will be handsomely rewarded.
Great release with just the right amount of extras. No more, no less. I looked this up after watching this countdown thing on my Prime Video called "The 50 Best Horror Movies You've Never Seen," which so far has hit the mark every single time.