Starring Darcel Danielle, Diana Rose, Ford Austin
Directed by Joe McReynolds
You’ve simply got to love those films that represent the shrapnel of a tossed hand grenade – there’s the center shell of the explosive device, followed by a multitude of small fragmented pieces that have become sheared off by said explosion… and no matter how hard you try, you’ll most likely never piece those damn little bits back together again. So with that being said, we’ll venture into hostile territory to offer up a statement regarding Joe McReynolds’ incendiary-gone-awry, Inhumanity.
The film follows the troubles of Jessa Dixon (Danielle), a woman who survived a horrific attack from a serial killer known as Six-Pack Sam, a deranged soul whose M.O. consists of slaying young ladies and leaving behind a cold sixer at the scene of the crime (sadistic, yet oddly intriguing).
After Jessa awakes, she’s given the terrible news that her father has committed suicide. Not being one to leave anything to chance, Jessa simply isn’t convinced that her strong-willed pappy could have taken his own life; and she enlists the aid of a boozy-private detective (Austin) to try to shed a little light on this rapidly confusing situation. As the film slogs along, we begin to uncover some truths about ol’ Six-Pack and his dastardly ways; but when some things are dragged out into the open, other questions that beg to be answered seem to get lost in the shuffle – mighty frustrating, I’ll tell ya. How is it that a serial killer with a fairly impressive kill-rate managed to leave this one woman hanging around to stir up some shit, and WHY in the unholy lord’s world did this movie’s runtime climb up towards two friggin’ hours?
I’m normally all over a good “whodunit” styled thriller, but this film just ran off in a scattered way – like a kid with ADHD who has swallowed way too many Pixy-Stix… good lord, slow down for a minute, could ya? With all of the twisted, turned, and otherwise intertwined married to what is basically an overcomplicated script staring us directly in the piehole, it was the inspired performance of Danielle herself as the tormented and traumatized female lead that is very much Inhumanity‘s saving grace. She came off as believable in her portrayal of not only a scarred victim, but also a much stronger soul who refused to lie down and accept a half-truth that was being forced upon her once she arose. Yet, while inspiring, she unfortunately couldn’t raise this wreckage out of the water all by herself.
For all its nooks and crannies, Inhumanity is one of those movies that you’d have to want to revisit more than just once to gather up all the information necessary in order to piece it together, and I’ve got more important things to do… like wait for the next cinematic calamity to cross my laptop.