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Four Boxes

Four Boxes has a good idea or two, maybe even one that could be considered fairly original. But with its slow as molasses pace and multitude of uneven, boring topics, it is neither memorable nor entertaining. With a better script, its hook could have made for a great film, but as it stands, it’s the most unthrilling thriller I’ve seen this year.

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While the power of the almighty twist can make or break a film for many viewers, one thing we’ve all learned over the years is that an entire movie should never hinge on its reveal, let alone be built around it. It’s not that it necessarily ruins the whole flick, it’s just that walking out of the theatre with disenchantment doesn’t exactly leave you with the best of dispositions, and it really doesn’t give you a reason for repeat viewings. Films like Psycho have endured because the entire film is compelling and endlessly entertaining, whether it’s because of Hitch’s style or the incredible performances by Janet Leigh and Anthony Perkins. Other films like Four Boxes are perhaps best left as a short, with one possibly good idea floating among a lot of trite concepts.

Truth be told, there really isn’t a lot to Four Boxes, which tells the story of Trevor (Justin Kirk) and Rob (Sam Rosen), two friends who run an estate liquidation service – which basically means that they go into recently deceased people’s home, rummage through their belongings, and sell them for profit. Arriving at a new “client’s” house, Trevor takes charge of the operation while Rob runs around acting hood and using obnoxious slang with his coffee-house hipster fiancé, Amber (Terryn Westbrook). Rob finds a website called Fourboxes.tv, a live webcam feed featuring a hooded character named Havoc who lives in a cage, carries around a leaf blower, and builds bombs in his basement. As the video feed becomes stranger and stranger, the love triangle between Amber, Rob, and her ex-boyfriend Trevor becomes more and more likely to reduce their friendships to a smoldering pile of ash.

Most of the film focuses on Trevor, who spends most of his days in the house preoccupied with the low-res video feed, trying to figure out exactly what it is he’s looking at. Being very grainy and off-color, you’ll spend most of the flick trying to make sense of what’s on the computer screen, which in turn makes most of the characters’ observations about what’s going on kind of a stretch. On top of that, Havoc spends most of the time walking around ominously and playing with his leaf blower, which isn’t exactly interesting.

The rest of the film deals with Amber’s ever-changing direction of affection, causing all the character to become petty and even more unlikable then they were in the first place. If it wasn’t their misplaced emotions and bad ethics that makes them unsympathetic and downright childish, their Juno-esque dialogue certainly doesn’t help. I’m not really sure who would say “We’re gonna push plastic strollers full of babies around Disneyland, a’ight?!?” in real life, but going for realism apparently isn’t on the agenda for Four Boxes. The tedious nature of these two topics drags the film out to no end, making the 84 minute runtime feel like an eternity. Watching someone watch bad TV and bicker about their relationships is a little too mundane for a feature film without a good gimmick that runs throughout.

The actors certainly make the best of the material they’re working with, giving decent performances under the circumstances. The horrendous nature of their lines is explained in the third act, but by that point, you kind of hate all of them and don’t really care. But since that’s the point, I guess it’s commendable… but still not in a way that makes me like the film.

Four Boxes has a good idea or two, maybe even one that could be considered fairly original. But with its slow as molasses pace and multitude of uneven, boring topics, it is neither memorable nor entertaining. With a better script, its hook could have made for a great film, but as it stands, it’s the most unthrilling thriller I’ve seen this year.

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André Øvredal’s ‘Troll Hunter’ Remains One of the Best Found Footage Movies

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André Øvredal's Troll Hunter

In this day and age, the wordtrollis 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 shoutstrollat 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.

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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.

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Otto Jespersen as Hans the Troll Hunter.

There is always a small risk whenever using the termmockumentaryto 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 callfound footage.

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

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