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[We Love ’90s Horror] ‘Idle Hands’ Is a Playfully Devilish Little Horror Comedy
The ‘90s often get a bad rap with horror fans. After the numerous successful slashers and creature effects films of the ’80s, the ‘90s offered a different variety of horror fare. Though there were plenty of hits, hidden gems, and misunderstood classics, the ‘90s usually don’t get the kind of love that other decades get when it comes to horror. It’s time to change that.
Twenty years ago, a little horror comedy opened in theaters and it garnered a disappointing reaction from audiences. Swallowed up by holdover successes like Never Been Kissed, 10 Things I Hate About You, and The Matrix, this goofball flick was equally as dismissed by critics. Now, with the value of hindsight and the grace of time, we’re here to go to bat for the lovably dimwitted and surprisingly gory Idle Hands.
It’s clear that Idle Hands has a lot of love towards the horror genre. The entire premise is about a young man, Anton (Devon Sawa), whose hand becomes possessed by a murderous spirit. This is certainly inspired by the silent film classic The Hands of Orlac, but once the hand is chopped off and starts running around town to kill anyone it can, it’s not hard to see how Evil Dead II was likely the movie that writers Terri Hughes Burton and Ron Milbauer used to pitch the idea. And with some of the hand’s victims appearing as reanimated corpses to Anton? I think somebody might be a fan of An American Werewolf in London.
You’ll also catch quick snippets of Night of the Living Dead, Dawn of the Dead, and Rob Zombie’s “Dragula” on Anton’s TV.
So yeah, Idle Hands is unabashedly in love with its horror trappings. And while the movie is undeniably sillier than it is scary, Idle Hands goes all out when it comes to its splatstick effects. No gore gag is given the short shrift, and it’s likely that the film’s reported $25 million budget was mostly spent on the effects work. Which is exactly where it should have been spent. There is a cavalcade of over-the-top kills which include the lead singer of The Offspring getting his scalped ripped off. That’s a net good in the world of cinema. To be a little more serious, there is also a fantastic animatronic head of actor Elden Henson that deserves high praise.
For a movie that lives or dies on its effects, Idle Hands delivers the goods.
But that isn’t the only fun the movie has in store. Since this is part of the post-Scream era of studio horror, Idle Hands has its tongue practically bursting through its cheek. The main characters are hapless ‘90s stoners — played with dumbbell charm by Sawa, Henson, and the always affable Seth Green — and the entire mood of the movie is lighthearted and cornball. It’s pretty obvious that the film’s Halloween setting is meant to evoke that holiday’s impish attitude. So much of the movie feels like a trip to your neighborhood’s haunted house attraction. That’s not a bad thing when you can sense the gleefulness behind its intentions.
Though there are elements of Idle Hands that have not aged well — the outrage clickbait articles that would be written about Jessica Alba’s character Molly would be well-deserved — it’s a movie that really does capture the childish fun of horror and Halloween. For those who enjoy unrestrained effects and a jokey tone, Idle Hands is one of the best offerings out there.
After twenty years, it might be time to give this movie a cult following.
Editorials
André Øvredal’s ‘Troll Hunter’ Remains One of the Best Found Footage Movies
In this day and age, the word “troll” is often used to describe various online nuisances. Yet as abundant and irksome as the modern troll can be, they aren’t usually as fearsome as their mythological counterparts. I’m not talking about the small and gentler versions that have become more common to see in media. No, there are much bigger and scarier trolls out there—and André Øvredal’s movie Troll Hunter is one of the best places to find them.
It doesn’t take long for Troll Hunter (or Trolljegeren) to dump the Blair Witch Project-esque setup and aim for something a lot fresher. The trajectory of the story is augmented by Otto Jespersen’s character Hans, the titular Troll Hunter. The second he comes barreling out of the deep, dark woods and shouts “troll” at the camera, this movie takes a turn into what feels like uncharted territory. Not only subject-wise, but also conceptually.
For fantastical and made-up subject matter in cinema, found footage is a fast way to add a guise of believability. After all, what we accept to be the most crucial aspect of documentaries—the truth—rubs off on pseudo-documentaries, despite our understanding of the pretense involved. That is what Øvredal delivered with Troll Hunter: a movie so convincing that some viewers wondered if trolls really do exist. So, had this been straightforwardly made, it likely wouldn’t have been as effective. Conventional narratives would be more inclined to treat something like trolls as flat out unreal, and never try to convince the audience to think otherwise.

Hans petrifies the three-headed Tusseladd troll.
The viewers, like the characters trailing Hans, are quickly thrown into the deeper end of that extraordinary story. They have to process all this new information while staying on the go. So, although there is no significant amount of meandering, narratively or physically, there is still a good amount of atmosphere, not to mention tension building. It’s never anything frightful, but then again, Troll Hunter isn’t your standard offering of horror; it’s more on the low end of the dark fantasy spectrum. We aren’t ever spirited away to a faraway world—we stay in rather familiar surroundings, as well as dip into those less so. The outcome is a movie where you’re constantly more in awe than in terror.
As fantasy fiction might do, Troll Hunter prefers not to deal with incredulity. There is no time to waste on doubt, as interviewer Thomas (Glenn Erland Tosterud), soundperson Johanna (Johanna Mørck), and cameraman Kalle (Tomas Alf Larsen) all follow Hans around, recording whatever this character is willing to reveal about his bizarre job. Of course, the Troll Hunter himself is not an open book; in that respect, the diegetic documentary fails to fully capture and unpack the more interesting of its two subjects. Yes, all those giant, monstrous trolls are indeed incredible, but understandably, your mind wanders to their pursuer. What kind of person signs up for this gig and then chooses to stick with it for so long?
Reviews have called out Troll Hunter for its lack of character development. In regard to Thomas and his fellow documentarians, that criticism is valid, but bear in mind, they aren’t the focus of the story, either. Meanwhile, Hans is a well-crafted character. At least better than first realized. Before he was introduced, Hans had already grown tired of the troll grind. Fed up with that low compensation for his services, resentful of the bureaucracy, and wanting to expose his employer on a large scale, Hans’ discontent is glaring.
Then there are those finer details about the Troll Hunter, such as that indifference to both the natural splendor of his everyday surroundings and the affections of an obviously smitten colleague, that also suggest some level of despondency. So it is fair to say this movie doesn’t feature any sizable growth for its characters; however, the namesake isn’t underwritten. No doubt, putting a real-life character like Otto Jespersen in that role is partly why Hans is so fascinating—maybe even relatable.

Otto Jespersen as Hans the Troll Hunter.
There is always a small risk whenever using the term “mockumentary” to describe a found-footage movie, as the word could imply humor where there is none. In the case of Troll Hunter, the term’s usage is appropriate. Some folks have claimed the English-dubbed version has the more comedic tone, however, the Norwegian cut isn’t exactly humorless. Apart from the trolls’ absurd appearances, this is a movie where the characters nearly choke on the monsters’ farts, and Christians are like walking targets. Hans’ complete apathy towards everything is another cause of laughter. Overall, the comedy is intentionally dry and inconsistent. Unfunny, though? Absolutely not.
In a movie where endemic creatures are maltreated, as well as disavowed from living freely and peacefully, it’s hard not to notice the ecological message buried beneath the story. In addition to that is the unmistakable political satire. There is this whole business about intrusive and unsightly power lines—like trolls, they’re big blemishes on the land—that leads to what is perhaps the movie’s funniest moment. The scene in question is that one where certain electric lines, the ones secretly being used to keep the trolls at bay, go in a loop and don’t actually send power to any residents. Yet the monitors of said lines don’t find this at all weird. So it stands to reason that Øvredal was having a go at those who accept the government’s doings without question.
Looking past the fact that trolls aren’t actually real, this movie is an enlightening source of information. And not just for international audiences; Norwegians, too, get schooled about their homeland’s own mythology. It’s also evident from everything on screen that Øvredal and his crew were enthusiastic about the topic. The creature designs are the most indicative of that zeal; those imaginative yet myth-accurate manifestations are equally amusing and grotesque. One second you’re laughing at their phallic noses, the next you’re white-knuckling during a hairy sequence. Most surprisingly is how well the trolls’ visual effects hold up after fifteen years. It’s not all spotless, but on the whole, they remain impressive.
Vouching for a mockumentary about trolls isn’t easy, but those who do come around and give it a shot will more than likely be grateful for the recommendation. For Troll Hunter is a real find in that vast and varied genre we call “found footage“.

A bridge troll reaches up for food and finds Hans decked out in armor.


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