BULLSEYE OR MISFIRE: Wolf Creek 2 Reviews
By Dr. Know on April 18th, 2014
Critic Reviews for Wolf Creek 2
A 106-minute game of cat and mouse where no one is safe, Greg McLean’s second installment is fearless in the depths it plunders, very, very nearly matching the original in terms of its disturbing vitality and ultimate prolonged urgency.
This film turns its satire on the loveable serial killing rogue archetype, something that it seems some genre fans find harder to swallow.
I didn’t think it was possible, but Greg McLean has managed to create a sequel to “Wolf Creek” that’s even more despicable than the first.
Wolf Creek 2 is the ferocious kick in the ass that the slasher genre needs right now – bloody, brutal, and lead by a slasher icon in Mick Taylor that rivals the most memorable horror villains produced in the last decade.
‘Wolf Creek 2′ is an insanely fun, yet dirty, grimy and vicious slasher massacre.
It’s entertaining enough if all you require is a dash of gore and a few one liners, but this wolf has lost its bite.
WOLF CREEK 2 is just the crazy ride one hopes for in this ever affective horror genre but it’s the pervasive satire that you absorb in this vulnerable state that leaves an indelible mark.
Wolf Creek 2 is never anything less than entertaining, but those looking for the gnawing tension of the original might be disappointed by lack of any real character development and a pantomime-inspired Mick Taylor.
This critic’s eyebrows were raised more for the inclusion of Rolf Harris’ Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport than for any would-be chills, which bizarrely fail to materialise.
A killer film and very satisfying, Wolf Creek 2 is also, hopefully, a sign of a healthy film industry, one buoyant enough to produce crowd-pleasing sequels from crowd-pleasing originals. No shame in that.
Trades the raw, taboo-shattering violence of its predecessor for a cheaper, more predictable yet somehow nastier kind of carnage.
Mclean remains true to genre expectations with Wolf Creek 2, though he departs from the norm by actually turning out a strong, bone-grinding follow up that doesn’t smear the legend of the first film.
Mclean injects the grimmest of grim humour into the mix (including a bizarre reference to the Rolf Harris classic Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport), and I imagine Quentin Tarantino is one of the movie’s biggest fans. But the end result is manipulative and ugly.
With very little plot to worry about, audiences can revel in the guaranteed mayhem, the slurping stabbings and the boneheaded goofiness of our invincible, redneck sociopath …
This is the most notable home-grown fiction feature to hit cinemas since P.J. Hogan’s Mental.
The film works as sheer spectacle, trying for something of a Hitcher vibe, and while the car stuff isn’t exactly up there with the Mad Max films, at least for a while it doesn’t matter that Paul is a cypher.
Mclean has made a lean and mean genre film that cranks the dial to eleven.
Like its vile central character, outback psychopath Mick Taylor, Greg McLean’s sequel exists only to indulge in its own pointless sadism.
After this cruddy display, all the bonus points Jarratt has racked up from Quentin Tarantino’s misplaced man-crush on him are gone.