If I could shorten this review to one word it would be: yum.
It occurred to me the other day, in dialog with another movie lover vis-à-vis the ideology and use of gore, that horror movies...or should I say GOOD horror movies...are like PASTA. Go ahead and scoff at me, it's fine. But I'm right. Good horror is like good pasta. I shall explain: the componants of horror are varied, but you can reduce it down to two basic pieces that make up all of the horror related across time: substance and gore. The substance is the plot, characters, mythos, wordplay, and so on - the pasta. The gore...well, that's the sauce. Let's face it, in most horror (especially in the olden days) someone gets a'sliced up or eaten or burned at a stake and so on. A trueborn horror movie has the perfect blend of both substance and gore, pasta and sauce, those timeless ingredients of a masterpiece meal.
And oh is "Lovely Molly" a dish. Directed by Eduardo Sánchez (director/co-writer of Blair Witch...I know, I had my reservations too...Blair Witch was a product of its time and a valiant effort but...kinda overbuzzed for what it was), this film is in my humble opinion exemplary of the expert combination of character acting, mythos, mystery, local color, shock-horror, and that final saucy sauce: blood'n'gutz. I ended the film sated with the story, and sad that it didn't go on longer, in the same manner that one wishes a good book goodbye like some old friend. The plot twists in this thing are also bad + ass.
The movie cleverly plays with use and disuse of the video camera, perhaps as a partial callback to the Blair Witch/reality/home movie simulation genre birthed into horror at the turn of the century. It also cleverly plays with camera angles and sound - particuarly subtle sounds, even more so than other horror movies I have seen using just a touch of some element to cast a shadow here and there.
Lastly GORE. Gore is like cursing or yelling. Too much of either and people simply do not take you seriously. Without going into it, the gore in this piece is choreographed with care and precision, and yes oh yes, there IS THAT MOMENT where you want to jump out of your seat and scream "Ohhhhh! That did NOT just happen! AND I crapped my pantaloons!" (disclaimer: I did not just admit to crapping my pants)
WTF = 27
W = 8
T = 9
F = 9