Directed by David DeCoteau
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On the B-movie scale:
If you know the name David DeCoteau, it’s probably because you watch B-Movies. Trashy B-Movies. Skeletons, though, is easily the most respectable and “normal people” friendly DeCoteau film I’ve seen, while also still feeling like he was the guy calling the shots. It’s impressive how his style is still able to filter through, and I wonder what might have been if someone had been gung-ho enough to throw a huge studio picture his way. I doubt we’ll ever find out what that would be like, but thankfully if you dig his style he’s incredibly prolific — for instance, he directed eight films in 2014!
Skeletons centers around a Pulitzer-prize winning journalist, Peter Crane (Ron Silver), who suffers a heart attack. He takes the advice of his wife, Heather (Dee Wallace), and they pull up stakes to get the family out of the rough-and-tumble big city. They land in Saugatuck, Maine, a small town with a population of 850. It is the quintessential small town: everyone is super friendly, they all know each other, and they all worship at the same church run by Rev. Carlyle (Christopher Plummer).
Peter quickly finds out that all is not as it seems in Saugatuck, as the victim and the accused were actually in a homosexual relationship. Coupled with the religious small-town setting, I’m sure you can kind of see where the movie is headed, but even though this is the kind of thing we’ve seen before, DeCoteau does a good job of keeping the flow moving and entertaining. The film actually escalates a lot quicker than I expected it to, most likely because the filmmakers were aware of the logical jump that its viewers would make.
DeCoteau shot Skeletons in a widescreen 2.35.:1 ratio, but unfortunately the Netflix stream (and apparently the DVD release) was 4:3. Boooooooo! Due to this, tons of edits were inserted, cutting a long take into many short close-ups of people, ruining the flow and timing of the acting. It’s a small distraction, and one that most people wouldn’t notice, but since the advent of DVD and the prevalence of proper aspect ratio I’ve become horribly spoiled. I enjoyed the film quite a lot, but I feel like it would’ve been even better in its proper format (which is arguably something you could say about any pan-and-scan film).
While this is a “normal” movie for David DeCoteau, it’s not without its share of weird shit that probably wouldn’t have made it past another director. The most obvious instance of this is when a pair of musclebound, shirtless men in hard hats, wielding an axe and a chainsaw, attack a woman and her son in their car. The film also twists itself into horror mode really late, giving viewers some shocking sights usually reserved for more supernatural tales. For me, these added immensely to my enjoyment, but I imagine that everyone’s mileage will vary depending on your tolerance or enjoyment of such things.
You also get a fantastic B-Movie line towards the end. Christopher Plummer may have never delivered a better line in his career.
Next time I get around to a Full Moon movie, I’ll be going with the 1988 Jay Kamen film, Transformations! See ya then!