V/H/S chronicles the lives of several jackasses who film things like grabbing woman and forcing them to show their breasts. They decide to break into an old man’s house, looking for a specific tape to use against him for blackmail. When they get to the house they find the old man dead, watching several static-y televisions. They begin to search the house for the VHS tape in question, only to discover other tapes documenting horrific tales of vampires, murder, stolen kidneys, supernatural woodland killers, and houses that try to eat people.
I’m afraid my eyes were closed for some of the film—not that it was too scary to watch—I’ve just been cursed with wicked motion sickness, so the slightest bit of running with a camera and my stomach typically opts to vacate it’s contents. The premise of most of the segments were interesting, but I really wish they’d have stuck with supernatural stories and not tried to incorporate thrillers or dastardly deeds.
There were one-too-many twists at times that could have easily been explained if there was something supernatural at work. But in a couple of the segments the twists reveal an insane doctor or a psychopath girlfriend. Ooo. Scary.
The mundane segments were totally redeemed by the sweet-as-shit finale. I was very impressed to see how good the effects were on such a low-budget film. There were objects flying through the air, ghosts, doors opening and shutting on their own, hands reaching out of the wall—the whole shebang of a brilliantly formulaic haunted house. Not a film for the whole family, but there are definitely enough jumps to provide for some cheap entertainment.
V/H/S is competing in the Park City at Midnight Competition.