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‘Backcountry’ – This Killer Bear Movie Captures the Primal Fear of Nature

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Camping has a way of making people act unlike themselves. Once the Great Outdoors come into view, power dynamics can shift and that usual sense of self-preservation may or may no longer be intact. That’s certainly what happened when one couple went camping in Backcountry, a film inspired by a 2005 incident in Missinaibi Provincial Park. After arriving at their destination one fateful weekend, the protagonists of this 2014 Canadian horror story gradually succumb to both personal stressors and their merciless surroundings.

In Backcountry, Alex (Jeff Roop) was excited to show girlfriend Jenn (Missy Peregrym) Blackfoot Trail until they’re told the area is closed off for the season. Alex, who had already refused to take a map from the park ranger (Nicholas Campbell), doesn’t verbally state his intentions, but they’re not hard to figure out. So in under two minutes, director Adam MacDonald ensures the audience that this outing is about to go sideways.

In spite of his own glaring inexperience and awkwardness, Alex continues to be arrogant and, at times, condescending throughout the weekend. He first teases Jenn about bringing bear spray as well as the wrong kind of flare, then he ignores her request to go home at the first (and big) sign of trouble. Yet it’s Alex who summons danger at every turn of this off-trail hike. It’s neither Brad, the tour guide (Eric Balfour) Jenn innocently invites to dinner, nor is it the park ranger who wasn’t more insistent about the map. No, if anyone is at fault, it’s the headless and cocksure Alex.

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With Jenn being a lawyer and possibly earning more money than her boyfriend, a landscaper, Alex may very well be bothered by what he feels is a reversal of his ideal heteronormative relationship. And if there’s any one way to demonstrate displays of traditional masculinity, it’s camping. Jenn is a self-confessed novice, so Alex, even when he fumbles, looks somewhat competent. That, of course, changes once the charming and truly outdoorsy Brad shows up and challenges Alex. Jenn isn’t unaware of this pissing contest, so when Brad tries to offer his services as a tour guide, she politely declines because she already has one. Nevertheless, the damage to Alex’s ego is done, especially when Brad asserts himself one last time about a “misunderstanding” from earlier.

Backcountry eventually transforms into a brutal parable about the consequences of dishonesty not only with others but oneself. Alex has made himself out to be some kind of adventurist, when the truth is he hasn’t even visited Blackfoot since high school. He confuses nostalgic attachment to the trail with a working knowledge, and soon enough the couple becomes lost in the middle of the park. Jenn has relinquished control to her boyfriend up to this point, even being apologetic when feeling like she’s spoiling Alex’s fun. Yet as soon as they royally lose their way, Jenn panics. She finally unloads on Alex, decimating him with her words (“You always fuck it all up, you’re such a fucking loser”).

It’s pretty easy to hate Alex, seeing as MacDonald designed him to be the film’s sole punching bag. It wouldn’t be a surprise if people considered him to be the actual antagonist here. On top of acting like he knows better than others, he does everything in his power to make this trip happen, even if it means lying and withholding information. From secretly leaving Jenn’s cellphone behind — to avoid her making any more work calls — to not saying a word about the suspicious animal prints he sees in the dirt, Alex makes bad decisions like it’s his job. His goal was a surprise marriage proposal, yet that one good thing doesn’t exactly cancel out all the bad things. Even so, it’s hard not to feel sympathy for Alex in light of what happens in the film’s devastating centerpiece.

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Backcountry may include a killer bear, but it has little in common with other films about killer bears. For starters, the black bear seen here only takes one life. Despite the meager body count, MacDonald executes one of the most upsetting, simulated bear maulings on screen. The gore and blood are indeed startling after only taking in vistas and other visions of nature, however it’s the lingering quality of the attack, along with the accompanying soundtrack of flesh dripping and tearing, that haunts the audience. This isn’t a case of an obvious paw prop popping into frame and eliminating someone in one ephemeral swipe. On the contrary, this sequence lasts an agonizing five minutes before the lone survivor can escape.

The bear’s general image has dramatically changed over time, enough to where they’re seen more as cuddly and funny than potentially dangerous. Unlike sharks, snakes and big cats, a bear is deceptively cute. They don’t immediately register as scary like other animals. So it’s no wonder they’ve been reduced to cartoon characters, toys and mascots. Still, it’s not just common anthropomorphism that makes bears less intimidating; even in the horror genre the bear is never quite depicted as an actual animal. On average they are flashier, more cunning and generally nothing like their real-life counterparts. What Backcountry does so well is show a bear, albeit a rare maneater, without any sort of ostentation. And the end result is absolutely frightening.

Adam MacDonald’s colossal debut features a unique ursine nightmare impelled by human error. The character of Alex showed poor judgment time and time again, but even if he had obeyed the rules and took all the proper precautions, there is still no guarantee that the outcome would have turned out differently. After all, nature is unconcerned with people’s system of right and wrong. And Backcountry demonstrates that fact with unparalleled harshness.


Horrors Elsewhere is a recurring column that spotlights a variety of movies from all around the globe, particularly those not from the United States. Fears may not be universal, but one thing is for sure — a scream is understood, always and everywhere.

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Paul Lê is a Texas-based, Tomato approved critic at Bloody Disgusting, Dread Central, and Tales from the Paulside.

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11 Years Later: The Horrific Cycles of Violence in ‘Only God Forgives’ Starring Ryan Gosling

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Traditionally, movie theater walkouts are usually associated with the horror genre, with infamous cases ranging from 1973’s The Exorcist (particularly during the crucifix masturbation scene) and even Lars Von Trier’s controversial serial killer memoir, The House That Jack Built.

That being said, there are exceptions to this rule, as some movies manage to terrorize audiences into leaving the theater regardless of genre. One memorable example of this is Nicolas Winding Refn’s 2013 revenge thriller Only God Forgives, a film so brutal and inaccessible that quite a few critics ended up treating it like a snuff film from hell back when it was first released. However, I’ve come to learn that horror fans have a knack for seeing beyond the blood and guts when judging the value of a story, and that’s why I’d like to make a case for Winding’s near-impenetrable experiment as an excellent horror-adjacent experience.

Refn originally came up with the idea for Only God Forgives immediately after completing 2009’s Valhalla Rising and becoming confused by feelings of anger and existential dread during his wife’s second pregnancy. It was during this time that he found himself imagining a literal fistfight with God, with this concept leading him to envision a fairy-tale western set in the far east that would deal with some of the same primal emotions present in his Viking revenge story.

It was actually Ryan Gosling who convinced the director to tackle the more commercially viable Drive first, as he wanted to cement his partnership with the filmmaker in a more traditional movie before tackling a deeply strange project. This would pay off during the production of Only God Forgives, as the filmmaking duo was forced to use their notoriety to scrounge up money at a Thai film festival when local authorities began demanding bribes in order to allow shooting to continue.

In the finished film, Gosling plays Julian, an American ex-pat running a Muay-Thai boxing club alongside his sociopathic brother Billy (Tom Burke). When Billy gets himself killed after sexually assaulting and murdering a teenager, Julian is tasked by his disturbed mother (Kristin Scott Thomas) with tracking down those responsible for the death of her first-born child. What follows is a surreal dive into the seedy underbelly of Bangkok as the cycle of revenge escalates and violence leads to even more violence.


SO WHY IS IT WORTH WATCHING?

There’s no right or wrong way to engage with art, but there are some films that clearly require more effort from the audience side in order to be effective. And while you can’t blame cinemagoers for just wanting to enjoy some passive entertainment, I think it’s always worth trying to meet a work of art on its own terms before judging it.

Despite being a huge fan of Drive, I avoided Only God Forgives for a long time because of its poor critical reception and excessively esoteric presentation. It was only years later that I gave the flick a chance when a friend of mine described the experience as “David Lynch on cocaine.” It was then that I realized that nearly everything critics had complained about in the film are precisely what made it so interesting.

If you can stomach the deliberate pacing, you’ll likely be fascinated by this stylish nightmare about morally questionable people becoming trapped in a needless cycle of violence and retaliation. Not only is the photography impeccable, turning the rain-slicked streets of Bangkok into a neo-noir playground, but the bizarre characters and performances also help to make this an undeniably memorable movie. And while Gosling deserves praise as the unhinged Julian, I’d argue that Vithaya Pansringarm steals the show here as “The Angel of Vengeance,” even if his untranslated dialogue is likely to be unintelligible for most viewers.

However, I think the lack of subtitles ends up enhancing the mood here (even though some editions of the film ended up including them against the director’s wishes), adding to the feeling that Julian is a stranger in a strange land while also allowing viewers to project their own motivations onto some of the “antagonists.”

And while Only God Forgives is frequently accused of burying its narrative underneath a pile of artsy excess, I think the heart of the film is rather straightforward despite its obtuse presentation. I mean, the moral here is basically “revenge isn’t fun,” which I think is made clear by the horrific use of violence (though we’ll discuss that further in the next section).

To be clear, I’m still not sure whether or not I enjoyed this movie, I just know that I’m glad I watched it.


AND WHAT MAKES IT HORROR ADJACENT?

There are two different kinds of gore effects. One of them is meant to entertain viewers with exaggerated wounds and excessive blood as you admire the craftsmanship behind the filmmaking. The other kind is simply a tool meant to simulate what actually happens when you injure a human body. Like I mentioned before, Only God Forgives isn’t trying to be “fun,” so you can guess what kind gore is in this one…

From realistic maimings to brutal fist fights that feel more painful than thrilling, the “action” label on this flick seems downright questionable when the majority of the experience has you wincing at genuinely scary acts of grisly violence. I mean, the story begins with an unmotivated rampage through the streets of late-night Bangkok and ends with the implication of even more pointless violence, so it’s pretty clear that you’re not really meant to root for an “action hero” here.

I can’t even say that the deaths resemble those from slasher flicks because the movie never attempts to sensationalize these horrific acts, with Refn preferring to depict them as straightforward consequences of violent people going through the motions – which is somehow even scarier than if this had just been yet another hyper-violent revenge movie.

Not only that, but the characters’ overall lack of moral principles makes this story even more disturbing, with the main antagonist being the closest thing to a decent person among the main cast despite also being a brutal vigilante.

Only God Forgives doesn’t care if you like it or not (and actually takes measures to make sure that the viewing experience is often unpleasant), but if you’re willing to step up to this cinematic challenge and engage with the narrative and visuals on their own terms, I think you’ll find an unforgettable nightmare waiting for you on the other side.


There’s no understating the importance of a balanced media diet, and since bloody and disgusting entertainment isn’t exclusive to the horror genre, we’ve come up with Horror Adjacent – a recurring column where we recommend non-horror movies that horror fans might enjoy.

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