Recreator

Long before the pairing of Colin Clive and Boris Karloff, Thomas Edison had Dr. Frankenstein cooking up his monster in a cauldron. Quite possibly drawing on this, Gregory Orr’s new film, Recreator, has the mad scientist conjuring up clones from a cesspool.

Yes, the evil characters emerge doused in fecal waste – and that even plays a part in how they’re made. In this lab you just simply use the toilet – or “drop a deuce” as the characters so fondly say more times than the average person – add lightning and bam! You have yourself a replica.

If you’ve seen the trailer, you’ve seen the entire opening. A group of teenagers, Derek, Craig and Tracy, head out to camp for the weekend on an island off the east coast. Tracy wants to break into a nice lake house to, as I stated above, drop a deuce. A convenient CGI thunderstorm rolls in that night as Craig and Tracy try to reconcile their estranged relationship. This leads to the three taking shelter in the home. Their vacation is cut short when the crazed owners – who are evil copies themselves – return and attack them. As they prepare for their deaths, the trio is saved by their own doubles!

This is where the movie starts to lose credibility. The characters are way too comfortable with the fact that they HAVE CLONES. If human cloning were an everyday occurrence, ok. However, it isn’t! You are face to face with yourself. Are you going to strike up a conversation and cook them a meal? I don’t think so. While there is a definite distinguishing acting balance by Alexander Nifong as Craig and Evil Craig, the other characters rely on half stoned gazes and mocking tones (Stella Maeve as Tracy) or a husky tough guy nuances (Jamal Mallory-McCree as Derek).

The explanation of how these clones came to be never really is fully explained, either. From what the movie tells us there is a lab on the premise (that burnt down, of course) that was manned by a scientist that worked on the Atom Bomb. He also tried to create an army of twins apparently, as the evidence is filling the basement. What we do find out is that the clones are actually better than the true beings they are based on. Better as in they are smarter, faster, stronger – you get the idea. This concept could’ve been implemented more efficiently if the doctor had been a Nazi. No, really. The Nazis wanted a superior race and they actually tried experiments like these. Being an Atom Bomb tech doesn’t cut it for me. With little explanation of the lab in general, it just leaves more plot holes. Why is there still a working power line to it? How is there still a freezer of fresh clones? Who is paying the damn electric bill??

Maybe it is the weak writing of Recreator that gives lulls in the acting abilities of the young cast. At times they seem to stand around and wonder what their next line is. While the concept is nothing new, the end is somewhat refreshing. We learn that perhaps the human originals have evil streaks as strong as their duplicates.

In the end, it’s too bad that the lightning bolt didn’t conjure a stronger plot from the cesspool.

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