31
Rob Zombie knows how to do dirt. No filmmaker in the world does a better job of conveying the dirty, trashy actually dirt-covered sub-strata of human existence. From House of 1000 Corpses to Devil's Rejects to his Halloween entries to this entry, 31, he's incredibly effective at capturing that dirty, seedy look.
31 is a redneck horror movie, filled with dirty, seedy characters and his wife. It's what you'd have if you took Squid Game, threw in a little Saw, added a splash of Purge and rednecked it all up.
Zombie has a habit of plucking former stars off the scrapheap of time. This film throws in aged porn star Ginger Lynn, Dottie from Valley Girl (who is in several of his films), Washington from Welcome Back Kotter (and not much else), Jeff Daniel Phillips (who's in a lot of Zombie projects including playing Herman in Zombie's abysmal take on the Munsters), and Malcom McDowell (who will apparently do anything for a dollar).
The worst/best of all here is Meg Foster, the ice-blue eyed heroine of They Live (sexy there) who looked like she'd spent the last 15 years in an alley smoking meth. Never seen an actress go that far downhill. She was stringy and wrinkled, the eyes about the only recognizable remnant of who she used to be. She looked horrible.
Basic premise: A bunch of cross-country travelers get kidnapped and forced to compete in a game called '31' by a group of powdered-wig weirdos who bet on who will survive. The captured have 12 hours to make it through a series of sicko murderers - all of whom have stupid names like Doom-Head, Sicko-Head, Psycho-Head. There's a midget, a rebel flag, nazi imagery, gross clowns, chainsaws, a duo of murderers called Sex-Head and Death-Head, and the final murder clown played by Richard Brake.
In the right hands, Brake's super-intense psycho clown could actually have the potential to stand alone and kick start its own series. It's way more intense and horrible than Terrifier. Zombie almost gets it right. The look is great, Brake's intensity is over the top, his kills appropriately joyful. It's like a cognizant and expressive version of Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees who toys with his victims. The movie just didn't give it enough room to breathe.
Like all Zombie movies it soars and suffers from his unique touch and relentless need to showcase his wife.
It's not a great movie, but I've seen way worse - and way worse from Zombie.