BULLSEYE OR MISFIRE: Horns Reviews
By Dr. Know on October 31st, 2014
Critic Reviews for Horns
Radcliffe, through his sheer presence and the piercing honesty of those big, blue eyes, makes this mixed-up material watchable.
Horns juggles a lot of balls, and admirably keeps them in the air for longer than you might expect. But it doesn’t know how to bring them down gently.
There are a couple of decent movies somewhere inside “Horns.” But here’s the real sin – Aja has no idea in hell of what they are.
“Horns” is a good-ideas-gone-wild movie that leaves the best of itself behind.
The result is that a story with a couple of good ideas founders for lack of a third or fourth good idea.
… has elements of horror, comedy, mystery and supernatural thriller, but winds up only as a slick and sporadically amusing oddity.
Aja skillfully juggles dark comedy and dead seriousness while star Daniel Radcliffe sheds his Harry Potter skin like a snake, making for one devilishly delightful fairy tale.
Fills its screen time with playful yet sadistic explorations of subconscious desire, and increasingly intriguing, exciting and horrifying dips into a new mythology.
Horns is a very wacky, oil and water mixture of coarse black comedy and gory supernatural thriller.
Daniel Radcliffe continues to make the case for himself as a charismatic leading man in a fun but uneven horror vehicle.
If it weren’t for the sex and violence I would have sworn Horns was made for 13 year olds.
In its later stages, Horns plays a little like a pastiche of a 1970s high-concept detective show: Quinn Martin presents Devil Cop!
With his most stylish film yet, horror specialist Alexandre Aja takes a wildly irreverent approach, packing the screen with rude humour, visual flourishes and spiky characters.
The problem with a movie about a guy who suddenly sprouts big fake horns on his head is that for nearly two hours you have to watch a guy running around with big fake horns on his head.
An effective, low-budget horror movie is lurking at the edges of “Horns” but never gets a chance to reveal itself.
We get slithering snakes, rock music, woozy camera angles. And zero sense of danger. Without that ingredient, Horns feels like Harry Potter meets Ken Russell.
The movie’s hormone-level anger reeks of brimstone, Axe-body-spray and mid-1990s trenchcoat-mafia egocentricity. Mess with this much bull, you get “Horns.”