Judge David Johnson makes it a rule of life to not buy anything that was built on an Indian burial ground, no matter how attractive the water frontage is.
You only think you're alone…
Here's a tip: it's probably not a good idea to bring your comatose wife to a secluded cabin in the woods, especially one that's rumored to have been built on an Indian burial ground.
Facts of the Case
Jack Wade (Quentin Jones) is desperate. The husband of a one-time famous actress, this guy's hit rock bottom. His wife has succumbed to a coma and her family has cut off his access to her estate, leaving him penniless and, with no marketable skills to seek out gainful employment, bottomed out. So he hauls his wife to the only thing he does own, a crappy cabin he won in a card game.
Some of locals warn him about the place, including "Constable Kate" (Gillian Shire), the attractive redhead who immediately starts scooping out his package. But he doesn't care. He's got nowhere else to go. Of course he should have listened because shortly thereafter, funky @#$% starts to go down. First it's hallucinations, then voices, then his wife magically appears and starts talking trash. This wears the dude down, until he ultimately snaps.
What showed promise of becoming a noteworthy little horror flick, Dead and Gone never quite transcends the crowded field of straight-to-DVD slashers, and will likely float away into the ether. But it's not a total loss and certainly not a failure. As far as dude-slowly-goes-crazy movies go Dead and Gone works okay. Jack is a fairly sympathetic hombre and, as he methodically leaps off of the deep end, I did feel a molecule or two of emotional reaction. I kinda liked him, though this movie isn't geared toward building long-lasting friendships. It's all about the crazy and the bloodshed, and there's an awful lot of both.
It's the story part that keeps Dead and Gone from really delivering. Not enough happened in the run-up to Wade losing his mind to keep things interesting. His wife shows up, he takes Constable Kate for a walk, his wife shows up again, the idiot grocery delivery boy makes an appearance that merely foreshadows his own inevitable demise, his wife bleeds from the mouth, he vomits, his wife shows up again—and then at about the 60-minute mark, when Wade does lose it, the film picks up the pace and the blood flies…
Solid technical specs all around. A crisp 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen and 5.1 Dolby Digital audio, supplemented by a good making-of documentary, filmmakers' commentary, deleted scenes, and outtakes.
Blood and wackiness abound in this better-than-mediocre horror spectacle.
Not Guilty. Now go get yourself on the five dollar, Healthy Saver generic prescription program and score some brain meds.
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