Rooms for Tourists
Directed by Adrián GarcÍa Bogliano
October 20 through 26, Two Boots Pioneer
Someone explain to me how a guy with a maskwith no eyeholes, mind youcan see better in pitch black than his victims, whose sight isn't hindered by white Lycra. This nameless slasher, a low-rent, Argentine interpretation of a Mexican wrestler, stalks his prey at a boardinghouse, where dinner is served promptly at 9 with a side of murder. Once the dismemberment begins, the lights go out, leaving five terrified women skittering around frames of total darkness, a move both logistically ballsy and intensely aggravating. Between its references to the holy horror trinity of Psycho, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and The Blair Witch Project, Rooms for Tourists is half pro-life (as in, abortion is bad), half anti-life (as in, killing Mommy with her fetus is much better). The scenario is absurd enough to play as satire, but no, the film warns us, "If you think that we are just a bunch of mental cases you didn't understand anything." Clearly, I didn't understand anything.