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Die Großfamilie Carter ist mit ihrem Wohnmobil auf dem Weg nach Kalifornien, um Urlaub zu machen. Schon beim ersten Halt an einer Tankstelle wird ihnen nahegelegt ihr Urlaubsziel besser woanders hin zu verlegen, da in der Gegend schon mehrmals Leute spurlos verschwunden sind. Die Carters beschließen dennoch weiterzufahren, haben kurz darauf aber eine Panne. Bob Carter, das Familienoberhaupt, will zu Fuß zurück zur Tankstelle um Hilfe zu holen, sein ältester Sohn versucht es in der anderen Richtung. Die restliche Familie will im Wohnmobil auf sie warten. Was sie nicht ahnen: Sie wurden die ganze Zeit von unheimlichen Gestalten beobachtet und der Vater wird an der Tankstelle schon erwartet..... (Verleiher-Text)
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Die Antwort von Wes Craven auf Blutgericht in Texas. Aber eine Klasse schwächer. Sein Wüstenmilieu ist genauso beklemmend und die seltsame Synthesizer-Musik verleiht ihm einen gespenstischen Charakter. Die Familie der Kannibalen ist aber nur eine Bande von erbärmlichen Clowns. Sie verkörpert nicht den warnenden und naturalistischen Charakter der Chainsaws. Man sieht sie oberflächlich am Tag, in der Nacht und in Situationen, in denen sie nur selbstparodistisch und lächerlich wirken. Die Szenen, die in der Umgebung ihrer Höhle spielen, und deren Mutter mit dem Indianer-Stirnband erinnern an Winnetou I. Die Atmosphäre und die Härte im ersten Drittel des Films sind aber echt heftig!
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Craven's sadistische Vision, wie ein Familienurlaub aus dem Ruder laufen kann. Ich kann mir vorstellen, wie schockierend dieser Film zur Zeit seiner Veröffentlichung gewesen sein muss. Im Übrigen ist er heute noch schockierend.
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Five years passed between the release of Wes Craven’s directorial debut, the still disturbing The Last House on the Left, and his second film. As with that earlier film, he not only directed The Hills Have Eyes, but also wrote the screenplay and did the editing himself. The plot couldn’t be any simpler: the American middle class is confronted in the middle of the desert with something whose existence is not acknowledged in the safety of the home. A family of Republicans (their political leanings are apparent from their warm relationship with guns and hypocritical faith in God) is about to become intimately familiar with a family of degenerate cannibals. The film is notably less intense and disturbing than the thematically similar The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. What I miss is especially the dinginess of Hooper’s cult hixploitation flick; in the best case, even the cannibals here look like a gang of bandits from a television fairy-tale for kids. They don’t arouse fear and we don’t see much of the violence that they carry out. Because there is nothing to be afraid of, The Hills Have Eyes works better as “mirror held up to society” than as a horror film eliciting a feeling of dread. It is worth noting that Craven didn’t employ the usual division between technological and pre-technological societies, as the savages also use modern technology; they have simply learned to control the achievements of civilisation, regardless of how uncivilised they are themselves. Furthermore, in their use of technology, they achieve better results than the protagonists, who are repeatedly let down by otherwise reliable gadgets, mostly at the moment when they want to kill someone with them. They manage to get the killing done only by using more barbaric means (an axe, a dagger) requiring hand-to-hand combat. In other words, if you want to survive in the wilderness, you have to become a savage yourself. This psychologically dense (the loss of the father, the mother’s fear of snakes, Pluto’s frustration from being denied sex) film ends at the moment the monster inside of us is revealed, at the moment of the direct attack on the camera. There is no epilogue that would restore the status quo. Deal with it the best you can, dear viewer. Deprived of a sense of security like the whole family in the film, we are the main victim. Very unsettling, very Craven. 65%
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If Craven had done one thing better and set the communicativeness solely on the level of the victims, this could have been one of the best horror films of the 1970s. This way, what remains is an experience of a hopelessness and assorted murders, but degraded by the frequent depiction of a ridiculous cannibal family and their demented dialogue. Fortunately, at least Alexander Aja's remake successfully eliminated almost all the shortcomings.
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Aja’s remake is so good, that (given its the average rating) I ignored Craven’s original for a pretty long time. Which was a mistake, it’s a surprisingly good horror flick. If there’s something that elevates it above the remake are the redneck cannibals, here they differ both in appearance and character, so they are proper characters instead just murder machines, as in the modern version. And they look so prehistorical, like Neanderthals, I loved it. For one hour, the film is basically excellent – atmospheric, brutal, terrifying. It’s a pity then that the third act slides into a relatively boring massacre, and in daylight to boot. So the final impression is a bit lower, but overall, almost unexpected satisfaction.
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