Drakengard 3

I had a dream a few nights ago.

I met an old man by a road I had frequently crossed as a child.  He was a kind man, wearing a bomber jacket with a sick dragon on the sleeve.  No, a cool looking dragon, not a physically sick dragon.  I approached him.  What do you want, old man.

Give me your fucked video games.  I blink, and am about to speak, but he interrupts.

No, not edgy.  I don't want your gritty reimaginings, your oh so wacky this girl's a slut but she kicks ass too XD, your boring anti-hero that murders innocent bystanders because of Tragic Event X.

Give me your fucked video games.  I try to speak again, but the dragon comes to life within the jacket, and cuts me off.

No, not surreal.  Too well written, too much symbolism: I read enough thank you, your video game will never compare and it saddens me to see it try.

Give me your fucked up video games.  I raise my hands, my voice a beautiful contralto.

No, not dark.  I fucking hate rainstorms and piano solos.  Why are you showing me that.  Jesus.

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Fucked up video games are a rare thing.  They are the products of a creative process gone horribly wrong.  They are rarely, if ever, something that would be called "good" in the sense that an average player will actually enjoy playing it in the hopes of a stimulus/response model.  Indeed, good gameplay usually mars the process, allowing the player another avenue of enjoyment rather than "LOOK AT THIS RETARDED SHIT."  They lack any sort of internal consistency, usually consisting of the developer sticking in as much random cool concepts as humanly possible, regardless if any of it makes sense if you take even one step back from the endless sensory overload.  The rareness draws from the fact that very few video game people have genuine creativity, and even fewer have an inability to corral that creativity into manageable form, and even when that happens, most studios have the uncanny ability to kill that psychotic spark so it becomes merely edgy, or dark.

There's only a few real examples of beautiful disasters in games.  Killer 7.  Xenosaga.  Alot of the more recent Modern Warfare games, once you realize that they embody the fever dreams of a million right wing conspiracy theorist, rolled into a deceptive "press X to stab terrorist" pastry.

Of course, the true embodiment of the fucked up video game catastrophe is Drakengard.  Released in the early 2000s, it is a dark fantasy tale about horrible people doing horrible things.  Most of the horrible people are your comrades, defined by "pacts" with various magical creatures that give them great powers at the expense of some human attribute, like "aging," or "sight," or "your womb."  The main character is a humongous asshole whose sister wants to bang him, and forms a pact with a dragon, depriving him of his voice.  Bad things ensue.

I played part of the game in college, but at the time did not make it very far.  The reason for this is that you could charitably describe the gameplay as "Dynasty Warriors 0.2."  Your guy runs around and murders hundreds of dudes in the exact same way.  Sometimes you get on the dragon and shoot fire at those dudes before random bullshit ranged enemies force you to stop using the dragon.  Repeat this for 20 hours.  Hi, I'm Drakengard.

As a result, you're forced to acknowledge everything else in a desperate attempt to justify the money you spent on the game.  In this regard, Drakengard does not disappoint.  The game's plotline was the product of a bunch of different people that clearly had wildly varying ideas of what the ultimate theme was supposed to be, so it's impossible to predict what the hell the game was going to throw your way next, unless your prediction is just "something bad."  This is especially true of the endings, which all fuck your hero over in various hilarious ways, especially the final one, which I won't spoil because your obnoxious hardcore nerd gamer friend probably sent you a youtube video of it five years ago.  It's unfortunate that the Western release of the game cut out the most surreal and 3dgy aspects of the game (such as your boring blind paladin actually being a HUGE PEDO), but honestly, the game we got was still insane enough to get a massive cult following.  This spawned the direct sequels of Drakengard 2, featuring the same awful gameplay and a far less ridiculous story, and Nier, which I haven't played so NO SPOILERS DICK BREATH.

Enter Drakengard 3.

You play the nerd boy fantasy magical girl Zero, a gal with a low cut outfit, uncomfortable fuck me heels, and a mysterious flower in her eye.  Her objective is to kill her five sisters, helpfully named Five through One, with the help of Mikhail, the childlike reincarnation of your previous dragon that was mortally wounded in the prior fight with your sista sistahs.  Unlike the hero of Drakengard, Zero can talk, and talk, and talk, usually about how much she hates everything and how she wants to fuck something.  Mikhail (whose english voice actor was so fucking bad that I had to install the Japanese voice pack) acts as her wacky foil.  Additional wacky foils are found as you murder each sister, in the form of the sisters' male disciples, all of which have one bizarre sexual hangup after another.

As you might assume from this brief summary, Drakengard 3 really really wants to return to old screwed up ways of the original, but one can tell that the various CRAZY TWISTS that happen through the story are less the result of the director and producer just making up shit as it goes along, and more a careful, deliberate attempt to make a game that's just messed up doooooooood!!!  Put another way, if Drakengard was the strange antihero that came out of nowhere and warped the minds of a bunch of nerds, then Drakengard 3 is the shadowy SQUARESOFT organization attempting to genetically engineer a superior version of the original duder.  Unfortunately, as any cheetos encrusted otaku can tell you, the vat-grown mutant clone of a hero might be able to put up a fight, but ultimately it's just gonna melt into a big hunk of goo and bones.

So this, I ask the beings on high:  what made Drakengard 3 melt?

The good news is that the game finally has workable gameplay!  Sort of!  Controls are definitely more responsive and fluid, and there are actual combos and weapon combinations!  You can use a sword, spear, chakram, or PUNCHFIST, and different weapons within each subset have different moves and attributes, so it's actually fun to experiment.  Dragon flying is better, and feels less like being the world's shittiest World War I pilot and more like Star Panzer Dragoon Fox 0.8.  Ranged enemies remain fucking horrible to deal with, and now you have lots more giant monster enemies whose combat patterns consist of "do obvious telegraphed attack, take ten second break."  If you ever get in trouble, you have INTONER MODE, which Drakengard 3's "oh shit" button, where you have ten seconds to mash on all the buttons and do big damage to all the bads around you.  There's a shit ton of boss fights, but mostly boil down to either 1) fighting a giant monster by headbutting them with a dragon until they reveal their weak spot, or 2) fighting an evil woman by cheesing them with whatever overpowered weapon you have at the time.

The biggest issue, gameplay wise, is that despite having enough time to release ~$30 DOLLARS~ worth of DLC, Square-Enix clearly didn't have enough time to release a game that was actually optimized for console.  It's been awhile since I've seen a full-price game with the array of technical problems that Drakengard 3 boasts.  Bizarre game glitches?  Framerate that drags down to the single digits if something more than a swung sword happens?  Cripplingly long loading screens after every major fight?  WE GOT THEM ALL.

There's a bevy of other issues, mostly related to the game's obviously slashed development time, but what really matters here is the story.

As stated above, the developers of Drakengard 3 really wanted to replicate the surreal, car-accident magic that was Drakengard.  And for a little while, it almost works.  The characters are almost entirely horrible, if not right malevolent, people, and there's enough death and destruction of innocents to make me smile.  A little.  There's also a shitload of my favorite meaningless video game feature, "bad guys screaming about how you're gonna wreck their butts."  I was hopeful, I admit it.

But after awhile, you start to realize that what you saw in the opening hours is pretty much all you're going to get.  Zero whines and verbally abuses her dragon, the soldiers yell about how unstoppable you are, a big monster appears and you whine about how much you want to kill it and leave this area.  A large part that made the original Drakengard was a glorious mindfuck in that it subverted your expectations of what the game was going to do next, plot wise.  Drakengard 3 plays a fairly pleasing tone at the start, but aside from a slight wrinkle in how it explains the differing endings, it's all painfully predictable.  Even when the game does a BIG TWIST, it's the sort of twist where you shrug and go "gasp, yeah, I guess."

A good example for this is the disciples.  Each of the four sisters has a male disciple that joins you once you murder them.  Gameplay-wise, they're supposed to be combat helpers, but I am not exaggerating when I think they killed one enemy during the entire playthrough.  So really they exist as an endless source of banter during the game, and at first they're pretty funny.  There's the innocent-looking boy that wants to murder everything, the old perverted guy with a big wang, the pretty boy that's an obnoxious awful idiot, and the good natured dude who also happens to be a complete and total masochist.  This leads to some decent exchanges at first, but ultimately they're so one-note in their motivations and reactions that you just roll your eyes when the boy says for the 500th time that he loves the look of gore on a decapitated head, or the old man says that Zero needs to bathe in the healing light of his cock.  The only character that remains amusing by the end of the game is the masochist, and while yeah it's partially because the Japanese VA's "unnnngh" sound whenever someone threatens to stomp his dick is hilarious, it's also because he reveals other character traits throughout the game besides "I like being hurt," which places him heads and shoulders about the other talking fetishbags in this game.

The diminished returns get worse once you beat the game for the first time, and alternative plot paths start to open up.  The downer alternative endings of Drakengard were the best part of the game, and while the designers clearly wanted to emulate that, the way that they're done is just so limp and unappealing that I had staked all my hopes on the final ending.  The game knew this, of course, forcing me to find all the weapons and suffer through what can only be described as the "Drakengard 3 anime-style beach filler episode" in order to unlock this path.

I'm going to describe this path.  Needless to say, ***big spoilers for both Drakengard 1 and 3***






The true final boss for Drakengard 1 was a two minute rhythm section where you had to nullify white and dark rings of energy coming at you from a lady statue with like colored rings from your dragon.  Needless to say, of course Drakengard 3's true final boss is also a rhythm section/lady statue!

That is seven minutes long!

Which forces you to hit a shit-ton of rings in a half second window of time!

And the camera is constantly obscuring your dragon and/or the lady statue, so you're utterly reliant on a laggy, unintuitive rhythm!

That's bad, because if you fuck up EVEN ONCE, you get to restart things all over again, including the simplistic three minute opening section that you won't have trouble with after passing it the first time, but will still force you to pay attention and boy will your eyeballs and hands hurt!!!!

Oh yeah!~

I forgot to mention that once you manage to get past all of this, the screen fades to black, and there's three more timed prompts you have to hit which have no rhythm market at all, including a final one WHILE YOUR DRAGON IS TALKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is me at age 14, little did i know i had perfectly anticipated my reaction to this fucking boss fight

The designers no doubt believed they were making a WACKY STATEMENT about the nature of super hard final bosses.  We live in a world of broadband internet and youtube, and so it was so no big surprise a user on Nico Nico immediately released a video that demonstrated each time you needed to hit the button.  With all that in mind, I still feel the need to say "fuck you, that was horrible."  There's nothing iconoclastic about testing your player's patience so far that even the proudest man is forced to get online to figure out how to cope with your bullshit rhythm mechanics.

So what is the TWIZTED reward for this?  For all intents and purposes, this:

I had expected some big cursory "SCREW YOU PLAYER" ending in the form of everyone dying a horrible death like the previous Drakengards, but no, it was basically "yay you saved everyone it's the ULTIMATE HAPPY ENDING ^_______^"  In a sense, it took an entire game to set up the payoff, but Drakengard 3 finally subverted how a vidya game should work, and destroyed everyone's expectations and hopes in the most smug, pug-pissy way possible.

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Congrats, Drakengard 3.  You're a fucked up game after all.

The old man smiles, and walks into the distance.

Outlast (2013)

At this point in my blog, you may have noticed that a large portion of my cultural interests lie within the spheres of horror movies and vidja gaems.  Perhaps you, the random lurker, wonder why I don't talk about that cross-pollination of horror video game, especially considering that the demand for these titles has exploded in recent years.

It's because these games bore me.

Horror movies rarely, if ever, scare me.  I watch them for imagination, because they're a hotbed for new directorial talent, and boobies.  Horror games rarely tend to have these elements, and focus themselves squarely on the element of GET SCARED.  I'm probably too blase for my own good, but even the apparently TERRIFYING top tier titles like Amnesia were just a boring slog to me.  It doesn't help that the current crop of horror games deny the player any real means of fighting back, ostensibly because this heightens the tension, though any intelligent person could probably guess that it's alot easier for an indie firm to design a game when you don't need to have a balanced combat system.

Still, every so often I want to believe that a hyped horror game might have an effect on me beyond eyerolls and exasperated sighs.  Enter Outlast.

The framework for a million and one jump scares is that you're a journalist who gets a HOT TIP about a creepy sanitarium.  The gimmick for a million and one jump scares is that you have a camera which, provided you have enough battery life, can utilize night vision.  The reason for a million and one jump scares is because we love the scare cam lets plays, right????

Like every other modern horror game, Outlast operates in three different levels.  First, you have the exploration, when you're wandering a spooky area, soaking in ambiance and waiting for a spookum to jump out at you.  Second, you have the scripted "oh no he's after me" section, where a spookum wants to get ya and the only way to escape is by pressing spacebar over ten different desks and open windows!!!  Finally, you have the "find dumb shit" section.

You know this one, right?  Where you enter LAUNDRY ROOM C, and there's a door that won't open because the power is fluctuating?  And the only way to get out is to find the 3 circuit breakers/3 keys/3 light switches?  And while you're stumbling around down all these generic halls, there's a big bad that sometimes appears (STRING CRESCENDO) and you have to hide in a locker/closet/sewer pipe until he gets tired and leaves, unless you're too slow and then you spend two minutes running away, maybe getting hit but that's okay because regenerating health?  Yeah, you know this one.

To be fair, the first two modes on Outlast are decent, relatively speaking.  Unlike the turgid and opening-drawer-obsession of Amnesia, the exploration in Outlast is streamlined.  Almost every jump scare is hilariously telegraphed (OH A NARROW PASSAGEWAY I HAVE TO SCOOT THROUGH NOTHING BAD WILL HAPPEN HERE), and the settings are either dirty metal place or less dirty wooden place (with computers), but you generally know where you need to go and I didn't glitch through a wall, so okay.  Spooky chase mode is at least superficially engaging, by which I mean if you really shut down your brain the experience of pushing 'W' until you run into a thing you need to context-sensitive action over, it's fun for about four times, which is thankfully the number of times the designers put this in.

But the last part?  Christ.  I hated looking for the three buttons in Amnesia, the 45 papers in Slenderman 1-3341, and I still fucking hate it in Outlast.  The big issue is that unless you're some playing to the crowd scarecam baby, these sections are never scary, but always annoying.  Unless you're lucky, finding the trigger mechanisms to be able to leave the monster maze is a boring trial and error.  But oh no, the monster has found you!  What you can do in these situation is like the world's worst Choose Your Own Adventure Book.

You can hide in a locker.  The monster man might lumber in the room, utter one of three threatening lines about "gutting you you pig piggy man."  Early on, he might leave, despite him clearly following you to the room.  Later in the game, he might check the other locker in the room, then get tired and go back to his predetermined patrol routes.  If you're up against a BOSS MONSTER, he'll check both lockers, which means...

You can get hit.  The screen gets red and blurry, but as long as you don't get hit one or two times (depending on the ferocity of your worthy opponent), you can just ignore things, run away, and hopefully find another fucking locker to hide in.  Or....

You can just leave the patrol area.  Most the crazy house scavenger hunts have a starting "safe" area, where you can go but the psycho can't.  Call it not respecting the game's tone if you like, but I quickly learned the fastest way to get through these areas was running straight for the the objective regardless where the enemy was, taking the inevitable stab, then running back to the starting area and rolling your eyes when the psychotic murderer stares at you for five seconds, then shrugs his shoulders and lumbers back.  Repeat x2.

To be clear: I hated this game, but I hated it much less than other horror games I've slogged through.  The camera gimmick is mostly played well, and encourages exploration so you can stay topped off on batteries.  More noteworthy is that the crazy people stalking you are occasionally interesting and written well.

(spoilers for the rest of the review I guess)

The promotional materials for the game said that the backgrounds of the inmates were actually inspired by real psychological cases.  That sounds like bullshit, but some of the encounters are sort of engaging, at least beyond the typical "oh it's a guy and he wants to murder me, okay."  You're going to run into nude Russian twins that are remarkably calm and sarcastic about their desire to eat your liver.  There's a former corporate executive that talks about the invisible hand of capitalism while running around with giant scissors.  Your closest thing to an ally is a guy who was denied fingerpainting therapy, developed a religious obsession, and now draws directions on the wall with blood.  It's not exactly good writing, but for most of the game I could tolerate the shit gameplay to see what the next crazy could be.

So it's a fucking shame that the final act of the game is so mind-melting stupid.  Eventually you discover, in true Resident Evil fashion, that asylum houses a GIANT TECHNO LAB.  What is in the lab is the thing that all the inmates fear, the "Walrider," something that I guess was meant to sound German and intimidating but instead always made me think of something out of a Christian children's programming cartoon, about a magical guy that rides on walls with a magic skateboard and helps prevent masturbation by 11-year-olds.

So in this game that was previously about a guy exploring a hellish asylum filled with murder and madness, what is the Walrider?  It is a nanomachine ghost cloud spawned by the bad dreams of a six-year-old psychic boy.  To say I was a little nonplussed that the eventual payoff for all the crapass gameplay I went through was "Hideaki Anno's Metal Gear Ghostbusters" is a fair observation.

I'm probably not going to get the DLC for this game.

On Bioshock Infinite and the FPS Weapon Limitations

For awhile, I considered writing a review of Bioshock Infinite.  The game is shit, but honestly I wondered if there was any point in my saying it's shit.  A crapton of game journos have written million-word screeds about how the game is bad and how every traditional game review site should feel bad for loving Elizabeth.  I try to not cover topics that have been beaten to death, so I shrugged and assumed the zero people reading this blog would assume that I hated the game.

But I was talking with a friend about the game a few days ago, and I realized that for all the plethora of hate that people have plied on Levine's artgame baby, most of them barely covered or just straight up ignored the thing that absolutely pissed me off the most about Bioshock Infinite: The Two Weapon Limit.  Or rather, the most horribly implemented Two Weapon Limit ever implemented.

it was a good way to die.

FPS wasn't always like this.  I remember playing Doom as a kid, and giddily hitting the 1 through 7 keys to check out all the ways to murder monsters.  The early FPS existed as a non-stop murder fest, where you learned the best weapon for the best situation, switching from one to another with gleeful efficiency.  There was a downside, of course: unless the game flooded you with monsters, generally about halfway through any FPS you became a walking nonstop armory, using your best weapons on trash because otherwise you weren't going to be able to pick up that ammo.  Games like Half-Life became an obsessive compulsive nightmare for me, since I couldn't handle not having full ammo on every gun, but also couldn't handle leaving VALUABLE AMMO behind.

Still, things were good for awhile.  Then came HALO.

I should be clear:  Halo deserves hate for directly leading to what I had to deal with in Bioshock Infinite, but ironically Halo, despite being the first game to go "you can pick this gun, but then you can't use this one," was probably the best one to use this system.  Why was this?  Simply put, the developers designed the weapons to naturally induce players to experiment, while never frustrating them with a shitty weapon combo situation.

a typical halo gun value decision

A big part of this was that all the weapons in Halo can be divided into two fields: human weapons and alien weapons.  Human weapons were a little more effective than those of the aliens, but since you were fighting on an alien planet, finding extra ammo for these weapons was always slightly spotty.  The upside (and this is important) was that human weapons also had a deep ammo capacity for the most part; the assault rifle held something like 780 bullets max.  On the other hand, alien weapons were weaker and ran out of their ammo quickly, but there was almost always a new or slightly used plasma gun to pick up when you needed to finish over stragglers from a large engagement.

The level and weapon design worked together to encourage players to experiment, while never forcing them to abandon a favorite weapon for too long.  When I see people play Halo, they tend to stick with a favored human weapon, while using the second slot for a backup alien weapon.  If there was a situation where a specific weapon was REALLY important to use (such as the FUCKING LIBRARY) the game usually threw more than one of that specific weapon to make sure you would pick it up.  You'd be forced to abandon one weapon or another from your generic arsenal, but unless you were playing at the hardest difficulty, usually the experience didn't detract from whatever enjoyment you were feeling.

Since Halo, the FPS has been pretty split between giving the player all the goddamned weapons he wants, and imposing some sort of a limit.  The best of the latter, like FEAR, try to make up for the loss of total player choice with some sort of strategic depth, giving enough ammo depth and drops that you can use the weapons you like while encouraging the spotty use of other weapons at appropriate situations.  In addition, such games usually tried to make it so regardless of the weapon combinations you held, you would be able to handle yourself in any situation provided you had the gamer skills to adapt.

pictured: a rare example of swapping done right

So here's Bioshock Infinite, a game that cost ONE HUNDRED MILLION to develop.  How does it handle weapons, at least on hard mode?  JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IT'S SO BAD.

So first, you only get two weapons at a time.  I don't know why this is a thing, especially since there's about a dozen weapons total.  Oh wait actually I do, because they wanted people to use all the PLASMIDS VIGORS, despite the fact that there was literally two good combat plasmids and the rest are pretty much dumb trash that only exist to prolong any engagement.

So the two weapon thing wouldn't be so bad, except for some reason despite all the money, everyone thought that what players wanted was weapons with the fucking wimpiest ammo capacities I have ever seen.  I was agape when, about two hours into the game, I opened a garbage can and saw "AMMO FULL" for machine gun ammo.  The machine gun that had about 180 bullets total in it.  WHAT THE FUCK, I said, HOW IS THAT FULL?  Elizabeth chuckles, slipping her hand into the waistband of her frock: Sorry Booker, I can't find any ammo right now....

i luv sponges

Every weapon is like this.  That is to say, on hard mode, any gun you have will go from maxed out to completely empty in 1.5 firefights.  It doesn't help that ammo pickups are usually completely pathetic, and I have never played an FPS that loves to throw boring bullet sponge enemies to the degree that Bioshock Infinite does.  Memo to FPS designers of the future: no one likes to fight the bad guy that requires you to hold down the fire button for ten seconds, especially when said bad guy is appearing every three minutes.  The only saving grace is that you at least are able to hold onto ammo for guns you aren't carrying anymore, so after a few more battles you'll maybe be able to use the guns you like again with full capacity!!!


I know what the game is trying to do, of course.  The combat specialists wanted to foster a TOTAL BATTLE EXPERIENCE, where the player is forced to use every weapon and spell at his/her disposal to get through the battle, like we're in a Cowboy Bebop toot a toot toot.  Of course, this is a fucking failure for a few reasons:

1) It's STUPID AS SHIT to force a player to switch their weapons out all the time.  Players develop attachments towards certain guns, and making me drop the carbine I'm making MLG360 headshots in the middle of a battle so I can pick up the garbage grenade launcher isn't fun, it's a fucking drag.

2) It's especially STUPID AS SHIT to do this when the game lets you upgrade your weapons.  Usually weapon upgrades would mean you can customize your absolute favorite weapons to really cause some carnage on the battlefield.  However, since in Bioshock Infinite you'll never get to hold onto a given gun more than a quarter of time, you're instead forced to budget your money to slightly upgrade every goddamned gun in the game.  Naturally, the upgrades also include ammo capacity, so you're gonna have to wait even longer before you start doing more damage.  As a result, the Bioshock Infinite game experience is less of being a MURDER KING MAXIMUS, and more like a guy with 12 half-filled Supersoakers against a bunch of cannon-fodder and a sentient raincoat.

3) Most importantly, even on hard, despite all this shit, combat is PISS EASY.  Aside from GHOOOOOOST MOOOOOOM, every fight in the game is a cold piece of cornbread, where you shoot a bunch of guys in the head (MUSIC SWELL) and then spend the next two minutes wandering from body to body in the hopes you can hold onto your weapon just a little bit longer, because otherwise you're gonna have to pick up that shotgun and we don't want that do we??

a million dollar garbage bin

I guess that's all I want to say.  I'd probably still hate Bioshock Infinite if they hadn't dropped the ball so spectacularly on one of the most core concepts of the FPS genre, but with it, it makes me want to die that this is the game we're supposed to love.

You're Next (2013)

You're Next is the first movie I've seen that feels like a modern incarnation of the modern slasher.  I know that sounds either retarded or aintitcoolnews level over-laudatory, but hear me out.  Every slasher film I've seen in the past decade can be placed into two neat little categories:

1) The always gory, occasionally emotionally punishing painfest where the focus lays less on a body county or cheap rubber masks and more on how many shots of a crying girl being stalked can be inserted into a 100-minute running time.
2) The dogmatically slavish to form "old school" slasher film, which usually plods around like Halloween was released a year ago except that's plenty of time to make winking "ha ha slashers" jokes at the audience while usually completely failing to be even remotely good.

What I liked about You're Next is that it feel like a natural evolution of the slasher, without rubbing the audience's nose in WHOA MODERNITY 9/11 NO ONE IS SAFE ANYMORE that enormous retards like Eli Roth think represent interesting horror theories.  That isn't to say there isn't a relevant theme (that being an outsider being confronted with the easy opulence of the rich), but it's subtle and you can enjoy the movie without even having to pay attention to the director's BIG IMPORTANT POINT.  

The plot is simple enough: qt girl goes with schulmphy dude to meet his rich parents, who are having big family gathering, home invasion occurs, twists, etc.  The bloodless character development goes for about thirty minutes, which does a good job in setting up stereotypes and preconceptions that are (usually) shaped and changed throughout the movies.  The family members are rich and wallowing in various degrees of self-interest, but thankfully it's not another lazy "blah blah rich bad one percent kill all bankers" garbo tour.   The director, Adam Wingard, had a background in mumblecore films, and while I FUCKING HATE THOSE MOVIES JESUS CHRIST it actually is a benefit to You're Next, since the interminable dialogue that is set before us at the start is prefixed on the notion that we will not have to suffer through it for the entirety of the film.  Stuff WILL happen.

And happen it does.  Once the eventual throwdown occurs, the large amount of people gathered at the house means that the plot is a nonstop killbath (gore, for better or worse, is fairly muted).  The twists, once the initial one is realized, are fairly standard and predictable for a veteran horror nerd, but I've at least ascended past watching horror for gasps, I just want a stable follow through.

(I guess I should say SPOILERS here, so if you want to remain pure just assume that I really liked the film)

The big surprise of the film for me was the resilience and likability of the prerequisite "final girl."  I had read the reviews that spoiled that she was tougher than most, and had read that to mean that she was in the vein of final girls that magically GETS TUFF in the final act, which is to say she throws an axe at the bad man or something useless like that.

In actuality, her behavior is "cathartic horror movie veteran soothing."  For the first time I can remember in a long while, when the bad man is knocked down, the heroine actually goes to town on him, viciously stabbing him to death.  It feels weird to cheer for stuff like this, but after 20+ years of seeing the knocked out clown murdermonster just being left to chill in an unsupervised room, it's nice to see good old american LOGIC being applied in this situation.  The explanation for her sudden shift into survival mode strains credulity a tad, but honestly I've been so fucking sick of "the invincible rapist invader king" trope that seeing some sadistic murderers getting dropped in effectiveness from "merchants of fear and suffering" to "slightly more dangerous than the robbers from Home Alone"  warmed my hateful little heart.

Ti West is also immediately murdered, which is pretty good catharsis from sitting through his segment from V/H/S.

So yes, You're Next is a genuinely good horror movie and it's a bizarre shame that good'uns like this and Trick 'R Treat spend years in distribution hell while fucking World War Z get a million screen showing before immediately getting incinerated in the DVD bins.


PS: this film also gets the "Was Never A Fan" award for Best Use of Student Loan Debt in Black Humor.  Congrats!