'Black Rock' wastes potential of its survival horror conceit with incompetent filmmaking
Black Rock LD Entertainment
Director: Katie Aselton
Screenplay: Mark Duplass
Starring: Kate Bosworth, Lake Bell, Katie Aselton, Jay Paulson, Anslem Richardson and Will
Bouvier
Rated R / 1 hour, 23 minutes
Now playing in limited release and VOD
(out of four)
At about the one-hour mark of Black Rock, mere banality gives way to pure ineptitude. It
happens in a climactic moment when the film shifts from suspense to action, as director Katie
Aselton proves completely incapable of handling the transition. There's an extended fight scene
between multiple characters, shot handheld, and I promise, teenage you and your friends,
borrowing your dad's old Super 8 camera, could have shot the same scene with an equal amount
of competence.
Aselton has no idea where to point the camera, no idea where to move it (or when), displays no
sense of geographic space, and cobbles it all together out of barely-composed, half-completed
shots. Footage just flat-out seems to be missing from the scene - which probably either means
there simply wasn't enough to work with and the filmmakers had to edit around it (to no avail),
or the cut footage was even worse than what we get in the final product. (The low budget, by the
way, is no excuse. Grading on a curve doesn't do anyone any favors.)
It's not that Aselton's work behind the camera had been all bad until that point. But she proves
much more comfortable using an intimate setting to slowly build tension than she does once that
tension finally erupts into violence. The moments that really start to work cinematically only
come in fits and starts - but hey, that's a start, at least. (Or a fit. I can never tell.)
There are some interesting undercurrents running through the film, which is what makes its
shoddy execution so much of a letdown. It presents us with a female-centric survival scenario
(centered around three women on a camping trip on a remote island) and directly juxtaposes that
against a particularly distorted form of brotherhood. There's potential for real power in that
narrative (described by some as a female version of Deliverance), but we get only glimpses.
The three women are old friends - Sarah (Kate Bosworth), Lou (Lake Bell) and Abby (Aselton)
- taking a weekend trip to an island where they have fond memories from their younger days.
They stumble upon a group of hunters - Henry (Will Bouvier), Derek (Jay Paulson) and Alex
(Anslem Richardson) - and invite them to join them for the evening.
The three guys have just returned from duty in Iraq. In fact, as
it turns out, they've been dishonorably discharged. Something about their higher-ups not
agreeing with their "methods," for which the three appear unapologetic. That's as much
information as we get about their military actions, which is one of the smartest things Mark
Duplass' script does. It explains just enough to unsettle us, and no more.
The casual way Derek drops these little morsels of information creates a feeling of unease - but
that feeling hardly gets a chance to get under the girls' skin, what with their friend Abby so
blatantly (and drunkenly) flirting with Henry. Abby's flirtatious behavior around the campfire
creates an entirely different form of tension, as we see everyone else in various stages of
discomfort. Aselton does a nice job here, just with the way she navigates the characters' various
reactions and body language.
But within moments, everything has changed. Without spoiling anything, suffice it to say that
Abby, Sarah and Lou suddenly have every reason to fear these men. These highly loyal, highly
trained killers.
It's the hunters' desperately emotional sense of loyalty toward one another that provides the
most interesting angle in Black Rock, but it's one that also could have been explored in a lot
more depth - and without sacrificing the impressive lack of exposition about the guys and their
military exploits.
Unfortunately, Aselton and Duplass don't show the same restraint with the depiction of the three
leads. When the trip begins, there's deep and longstanding tension between Lou and Abby, to the
extent that neither one wants to be in the other's company. But when the reasons for their
animosity finally come out - someone cheated with someone's boyfriend back in college - it
reduces them to catty stereotypes better suited to a high-school movie than one built around
strong, independent women.
The lack of character depth hamstrings the film to a great degree, but there are still strong
sequences here and there. Until, that is, the last 25 minutes. The climactic scene and another key
sequence preceding it moments earlier are absolutely catastrophic, both in the logic of the way
they're staged and the utterly confounding way they're shot. When we should be building toward
and finally getting our emotional catharsis and dramatic resolution, instead we're wondering
who in the hell is holding the camera like that, and why won't they stop.
There's enough fertile material at the root of Black Rock that I wouldn't mind seeing essentially
this exact same premise done over again. Preferably next time with filmmakers who know what
they're doing.