In the realm of horror anthologies, “V/H/S Viral” seeks to capture the chaotic spirit of its predecessors, only to end up resembling a magician who forgot his own tricks midway through a performance. The film, aiming to spread its terror through the lens of virality, ends up being a cautionary tale about the hazards of prioritizing concept over execution. While it aspires to be a cinematic contagion, infecting viewers with its innovative horror, it instead embodies the mild annoyance of a seasonal flu: unpleasant, but mostly forgettable.
“Dante the Great” unfurls its tale with the grandeur of a headline act at a magic show, promising wonders but delivering the kind of tricks you’ve seen at children’s birthday parties. The segment had a rabbit in its hat but chose to pull out a slightly used handkerchief instead. It’s a narrative that could have soared, blending the allure of stage magic with dark, unseen forces, yet it stumbles over its own cape, leaving audiences wondering what could have been. The premise, rich with potential for both awe and dread, is squandered on half-hearted illusions, making “Dante the Great” a disappointing opener that fails to cast its intended spell.
Then, like a beacon of hope in a darkened theater, “Parallel Monsters” emerges and reminds us why we adore the unpredictable nature of horror. This segment is a labyrinth of creativity, a mirror reflecting our deepest curiosities and fears about the unknown. It’s as if the filmmakers, aware of their predecessors’ missteps, decided to take a leap into a dimension where creativity and horror intersect with brilliant intensity. “Parallel Monsters” serves as the anthology’s saving grace, a piece so intriguingly executed that it alone justifies venturing into the viral abyss of this film. It’s a reminder that, within the confines of horror, there are still new terrains to explore, new nightmares to conjure.
“Bonestorm,” on the other hand, reads like a fever dream of adolescent bravado mixed with a sprinkle of supernatural mayhem. If “Parallel Monsters” is a carefully crafted cocktail of horror, then “Bonestorm” is the equivalent of mixing all the leftover sodas at a fast-food joint and daring your friend to drink it. The segment reminded me of a “book” I wrote when I was around seven years old (it was about 7 pages, too, of large font text) which somehow manages to be both boisterous and bland. It’s a cacophony of chaos with the depth of a puddle, leaving viewers to ponder the age-old question: “But why?”
“V/H/S Viral,” in its quest to capture the essence of viral terror, ends up being a stark lesson in the law of diminishing returns. The film, though tighter and more cohesive in its narrative ambition than “V/H/S/2,” struggles to recapture the raw, unsettling charm of the original. It’s a ride through a haunted attraction where half the animatronics are on the fritz, and the other half are too predictable to elicit more than a tired sigh. The anthology, while brimming with potential, serves as a reminder that not all that goes viral is worth catching.
In the end, “V/H/S Viral” feels like a party where only one guest truly understood the theme. It’s a mixed bag of tricks and treats, with “Parallel Monsters” standing as a testament to what the film could have been—a beacon of inventive horror in a sea of missed opportunities. As the credits roll, one can’t help but feel like this entry in the “V/H/S” series is akin to a viral video that, while momentarily captivating, is quickly scrolled past in search of something with a bit more bite.
V/H/S Viral (2014)
Summary
"V/H/S Viral" feels like a party where only one guest truly understood the theme. It's a mixed bag of tricks and treats, with "Parallel Monsters" standing as a testament to what the film could have been—a beacon of inventive horror in a sea of missed opportunities.