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Vacancy 2: The First Cut (V)
“So many things fail in VACANCY 2 that it’s easy to take aim at Smith’s screenplay. Since he created this concept in the original movie he should have been able to flesh out the backstory with relative ease. But instead of an insightful and visceral thrill ride, establishing motivations and method, what we got was something more like what would happen if Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern’s characters from HOME ALONE decided to stop robbing houses and start torturing and murdering happy loving couples. Actually, that might have made for a more interesting film than this.”
Thank god for the introductory footnote at the beginning of this film which explains that VACANCY 2 is a prequel, I wouldn’t want to think the gang of morons at the center of this installment were actually the seasoned veterans of the first film just having a really bad day.
It seems the murderous videotaping crew from the Pinewood Motel must have got their start somewhere else, since VACANCY 2 opens at a decidedly different locale—this one is called the Meadow View Inn. I didn’t see any meadows, but…whatever. After all it was dark. The film kicks off with a horny pair of newlyweds stopping in for a little roadside nookie. Instead of killing the couple off in mid-coitis the sleazeballs who run this motel just video tape the pair getting it on and then sell the tapes off to some trucker that looks a little like Thomas Jane. When the next unsuspecting YouTube star shows up, the gang at the motel is in for a rude awaking. Instead of banging the girl he brought along, he stabs her a couple dozen times in the back with a bowie knife. Fearful that turning the killer into the cops will uncover their amateur porno ring, the motel morons and the trucker decide to bring Ted Bundy into the business. So, now the crew can kill off their unsuspecting customers and make a bundle peddling snuff films. Their first cast? Happy couple Caleb (Trevor Wright) and Jessica (Agnes Bruckner) and their annoying tag along friend Tanner (Arjay Smith).
Since this is the story of the first in a long series of murder victims I’ll let you take a quickie guess as to what happens in the film. Ok…so, since the ultimate ending is a foregone conclusion all the fun will have to be had in the journey right? Nope…dead wrong. VACANCY 2 is saturated with the most incredibly stupid characterizations and situations imaginable. On top of that, because the setting is different and only the serial killer (named Smith this time around, but still played by Scott G. Anderson) remains the same, the film is somewhat confusing at the beginning. But don’t worry if you get lost at the outset, cause thereafter the movie is exactly the same as the first one…except that the motel employees are completely inept. Which makes me ponder, just how stupid the victims must’ve been to actually be killed by the freakin’ Three Stooges?
Writer Mark L. Smith returns to pen this prequel which also makes me wonder if the original film was a fluke. I actually enjoyed VACANCY and its Hitchcockian nods, but Smith’s other film SÉANCE was tedious and amateurish. This time around the directing duties are taken over by Eric Bross (whose previous work includes the *NSYNC movie ON THE LINE—a film that was sadly more entertaining than this feature). Combined, I’ve got to wonder if either filmmaker cared about what was winding up on screen. The film is devoid of any suspense, rife with unintentional (I hope) humor and devoid of gratitutious nudity or gory violence (which considering the former and later occupations of the proprietors of the Meadow View Inn, is extra disappointing).
So many things fail in VACANCY 2 that it’s easy to take aim at Smith’s screenplay. Since he created this concept in the original movie he should have been able to flesh out the backstory with relative ease. But instead of an insightful and visceral thrill ride, establishing motivations and method, what we got was something more like what would happen if Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern’s characters from HOME ALONE decided to stop robbing houses and start torturing and murdering happy loving couples. Actually, that might have made for a more interesting film than this.
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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