BULLSEYE OR MISFIRE: Tusk Reviews
By Dr. Know on September 18th, 2014
Like most self-conscious attempts at a “midnight movie,” Tusk lacks the conviction that would make it anything more than an outré curiosity; it’s essentially a filmed dare, combined with fan service.
The most disgusting and pointless movie I’ve seen. Emphasis on pointless. I spent half the movie sick to my stomach.
There’s too much forced winking in it; everything is a goof, a lark, a Smith-style in-joke for the in-crowd.
There’s a fine horror film inside “Tusk,” but it’s only 20 minutes long. The rest is just blubber.
It’s not even that the film shifts wildly in tone as much as the fact that none of those tones work at all: the horror parts aren’t scary and, surprisingly for Smith, the comedy bits aren’t funny.
Suffice it to say, the final set-piece encapsulates Tusk in a nutshell: It’s strange, silly and difficult to look away from.
It’s great that Smith is still in the game, but here’s hoping for more the next time he steps to the plate.
Smith comments on a society he thinks no longer reacts, other than by pointing, laughing and not thinking. He’s challenging us to prove him wrong.
As if at the flip of a switch, the tone swerves from bearably irreverent to exhaustively indulgent.
there is in this uneven, but heady, brew, a sly stab at fame whores and a nice precis on the porous border between human and monster, sanity and reason.
Ultimately, any point gets drowned out by all the self-satisfied laughter.
Kevin Smith’s comic horror homage is not completely nuts. Even counting the walrus.
“Tusk” has “comeback” buzz coming out of the Toronto Film Festival. Perhaps that buzz came from the city’s crack happy mayor, Rob Ford.