Often, with indie horror flicks, you have to accept that you’re watching a demonstration of ingenuity rather than a coherent film: “Here’s what I can do with two sets, five actors, and a couple weekends,” the directors seem to be telling us — “Imagine what I’d do with a real budget.”
I can’t speak with authority as to how Chad Archibald and Matt Wiele’s Ejecta came together. It’s half an interrogation and possession cheapie, in which a tough-cookie government agent (or something) played by the commanding and appealing Lisa Houle questions a UFO abductee (Julian Richings), and it’s also half a not-bad found-footage alien footchase.
But despite a convoluted timeline it’s hard to buy that the script was much fussed over. Houle gets stuck with mouthfuls like “It’s just the start of a long life locked up in a cage, squealing like a dog while they stuff you like a pig.” Meanwhile, the aliens, presumably advanced and intelligent, scream and chitter while hunting the hiding humans — and even when hunkered down in the dark, desperate to survive, those humans keep the floodlights going on their videocameras.
Highlights include an alien corpse, some creepy video freeze-frames of the interstellar bastards in the woods, an escape from an attic, and the way the last minute makes a great sick joke of the end of so many bleak horror films. The whole never makes much sense, and there’s entirely too much screaming, but the directors stage the shocks with wicked aplomb.
Here’s how I’d break down their achievement: I wasn’t scared, or disturbed, and I covered my ears more than my eyes, but I jumped four times and laughed three more.