Hatred of a Minute

Rating:
Summary: Hatred of 84 minutes.
Review: Oh dear sweet Jesus, Mother Mary of God, this movie was horrible. Eighty four minutes of rambling melodramatic high school crap. I just can't believe how bad it was, from all of the pompous Poe references to all of the half-baked wannabe Biblical jibes. Ugghhh!

The main guy is one of those kind of characters that I profoundly disliked within like three seconds. He's this pudgy, look-at-me-I'm-scary/crazy guy measuring about a 3014 on a cliche meter of 1-10. He walks around with his girl's haircut trying to look frightening and hallucinating skinny little bald guys. Because daddy used to lock him in a closet, now he has to go around killing women. Oh dear Lord what garbage. I don't care if this movie was independent or not; I've seen GOOD independent films. This was worse than Children of the Living Dead. As a matter of fact, I now put this movie in my Unholy Trinity, knocking Werewolf to the #4 slot to put this movie among the great ones such as Zombie Lake and Back From Hell (theKeep gets special mention, of course.)

So this guy goes around killing girls while arguing with his skinny bald hallucinations, and then he goes into bars so people can pay attention to him and see how scary he is, just so he can tell them to get away from him and leave him alone. Paper-thin. Surprisingly, he actually has friends, and they keep putting up with all of his sophmoric crap. Anyway, the movie takes you on this meandering path back around to him putting a gun in his mouth, a scene that could have been accomplished in one minute instead of 84. I just cannot stress how bad this movie is, and how much you should strive to avoid watching it.

Rating:
Summary: hated watching this movie for 90 minutes
Review: ok...this guy ruined his own movie by doing the lead,...and sporting an evil dead shirt in the film...(horror shirts and fangoria popping up in movies is a sure sign of a bad movie)...there is nothing scary about this guy at all ,...you know you could kick his ass!....he marches around in a leather jacket and boots,...ordering diet cokes...not funny....if this movie really did take ten years to get done he should not admit that,..he should lie and say he banged it out in 2 months...the actings terrible,...there is no blood or action to make up for the horrible acting,...and the evil angel in it ,or demon,...is just a joke..i attended the screening at the egyptian in LA also...and people were laughing at how bad it was,...if bruce cambell wasnt there i think he would have been dragged down hollywood boulevard by a raging mob pissed at this guy for wasting 90 minutes of there life..its so bad...i doubt bruce cambell will be working with mr.kalio again!....go back to your job at the comic book store mr. kalio...p.s....take a look at yourself in the mirror...your annoying just to look at nevermind starring in a film....and when i finish my movie i will send it to you,...and it wont take me 10 years!..This movie sucks dont waste your time!...craig [e-mail]

Rating:
Summary: A real indie film
Review: So what constitutes a real independent film? In a day and age where the latest fad of mainstream hollywood is to appear rugged and cutting edge, I'm sorry to say that what the general public tends to perceive as independent film is usually nothing more than a clever marketing ploy.

Which is why we should be glad that films like "Hatred of a Minute" exist. Across the board, this film makes a point out of contradicting its own template (indie horror film). Love it or hate it, "Hatred" isn't afraid of being what it is, and in watching this film, you get the real sense that Kallio (the director) didn't just make this film to spray fake blood all over the place, he's in this to tell stories. Good ones. You may find this film in the horror film section of your video store, but don't be fooled, this story is also about love, about good people pushed over the edge, and that oh-so-distant light at the end of the tunnel.

If you expect smut, or an Evil Dead ripoff, stay away from this film. But if you dig the finer points of the horror/suspense genres, check this film out.

Yes. Bruce Campbell did produce this movie, and I'm sure he's proud to tell anyone that it's not "Evil Dead". Bruce has never tried to bank on his "ash" image, and it's obvious that he didn't get involved with "Hatred" so that it could do so either.

My advice, though, to all Dead-ites rabidly devouring anything issued by Mr. Campbell is to check this film out anyway and see what else Mr. Kallio and Mr. Campbell are trying to show you.

The acting is well done, although nothing about this film is oscar caliber (perhaps intentionally), it's good to see compassionate performances in a horror film. So often, actors in films such as these don't even seem to try, with "Hatred", it seemed as though all the actors took thier charecters very seriously, never resorting to typical horror-film campiness.

Technically, "Hatred" is about as competent as indie film gets. The editing is fast paced, the cinematography is good given the budget, and "Hatred" keeps a quick pace, without any bog-down points or bad anti-climaxes.

All in all, Hatred may not have the glossed over look of all those [money amount]fake indies, but personally, I don't see a problem with that. It's a film by folks who actually care about the medium. People who reached into thier broke pockets, pulled out thier [money amount], threw caution to the wind and made a damn good movie.

Check this one out.

Rating:
Summary: Wow! Horrible film!!!
Review: Summary:
Eric Seaver (Michael Kallio; Young Eric - Matthew Fennelly) has grown up with an abusive stepfather, Barry (Gunnar Hansen (II)), and a mother who has been trapped in the relationship, Linda (June Munger). Eventually Eric grows up and falls in love with a girl, Jamie (Tracee Newberry). Eric transcribes autopsy reports for his day job and moonlights as a screenwriter.

Harboring nightmares from his childhood, when Barry calls to inform Eric that Linda has died from a heart attack, Eric reluctantly agrees to go to the funeral, but has not gotten over the pain his stepfather has caused him. Spurred on by his demonic angel, Jack (Michael Robert Brandon), and despite the attempts of his good angel, Michael (Jeffery Steiger), Eric proceeds to bludgeon his stepfather once everyone else has gone home. He then carries him into the woods and proceeds to bury him alive.

Having crossed over into the realm of the wicked, Eric finds himself possessed by his demonic angel and wanting to kill again, and again, and again... So, of course, he does. But once Jamie starts detecting something wrong with him and he tries to strangle her, she kicks him out, seeking refuge with her best friend, Sarah Usher (Lisa Jesswein), whose husband happens to be Eric's best friend, Glenn Usher (Tim Lovelace), and a detective on the police force (which is rather convenient considering the low budget).

Once bodies start piling up, Glenn and Sarah realize who is doing the killing and come after Eric, but not before he is able to kill Sarah and a few other people. Eventually Eric works his way back to Jamie, but finds that he does not have it in him to kill her. Having previously told her that he loved her enough to die for her, he kills himself instead.

My Comments:
This is an independent film that was made for around $350,000. Nevertheless, a low budget is no excuse for an incredibly stupid story and gawdawful acting. Robert Rodriguez did better with $7,000.00 (see El Mariachi).

As for the story, it is utterly unconvincing. First of all, Barry, Eric's stepfather, has gotten on the wagon - no more alcohol actually translates into being a nice guy. But that doesn't stop Barry from just snapping on the day of his mother's funeral. As for his motivation for killing the rest of the women, he somehow gets it in his head that it is his job to kill them because they are suffering at the hands of their husbands, or something like that, but this only seems to hold true for one more of the victims, a girl he meets in a bar whose boyfriend is abusive. His motivation for killing people just seems to grow and doesn't make any sense. As for his relationship with his angels, the good one and the bad, it was completely undeveloped and never really made much sense.

What about the acting? Just like Michael Kallio, I spent the majority of the time pulling my hair out. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure the only thing Michael Kallio's character did other than stab people was put his hands in his hair, cover his face, and pull. That was how expressed sadness, fear, anger, frustration; I'm surprised that isn't how he laughed. He also seemed to be obsessed with his hair, as though it added some element to his character. In actuality, I liked Jack the Demon better (he had no hair) because I could see his face and it had expressions on it - Michael Kallio's sure didn't. The only actor who was even remotely decent in this film was Tim Lovelace, who played the cop. He wasn't great and he probably wasn't even really acting, but he seemed like a cop, so it worked. As for Tracee Newberry, she seemed to know her lines well, but her presentation was pathetic and, well, all she had to work with was Michael Kallio. Maybe with time she would get better, but she'd also need someone that could actually use her talents to good effect. Gunnar Hansen wasn't horrible, but neither was he great. It was actually kind of sad to see someone of his reputed fame in a film this bad. Oh well, no one will probably ever see it, so it shouldn't matter.

What about the special effects? The blood and gore weren't actually too bad, for the most part. There was the final scene where Eric had half of his face melted with steamed vegetables (ha, ha, yeah right!), which only made me laugh considering steamed vegetables might make his face a little red, but wouldn't hideously distort and melt it.

Overall, this is a top-notch horrible movie (not horror movie, horrible movie). The story is terrible. The acting is terrible. It's not worth your time, your money, or even reading this review. Do not watch this movie. I repeat, do not watch this movie.

Rating:
Summary: I too hated every minute of this one
Review: This film, despite having the names Bruce Campbell and Gunnar Hansen in it, is very flawed to say the least. Being made on a low budget, I could forgive the poor production values, but there is no excuse for the terrible acting, poorly written dialogue, and multiple truely dumb scenes. The dvd's insert has the director writing of his making of the film and he mentions how he studied films and got very much into horror. Well, the filmmakers did'nt learn a thing from all those films they supposedly watched.

The main character is the villian whom we are supposed to identify with. As a boy, he witnesses the abuse of his mother from a drunk stepfather. Then we fast forward to him as an adult and he suddenly looses it; just like that. No mentioned history of fighting, foster homes, abusing children, abusing animals, lighting fires; things that serial killers do/go through before their killing sprees begin. I know I sound anal with all this, but at least I took the time to research the subject matter; something these filmmakers didn't do. Yes, other movies don't mention these things about their serial killers either (Frenzy, American Psycho, Switchback), but they don't attempt to make their audiences sympathize with these characters by showing us their terrible past. If the director wanted his audience to sympathize with his main character, he should have took lessons from the film Peeping Tom. The director should also consider the following low budget films:
_ Blood, Guts, Bullets and Octane
_ A Better Place
_ El Mariachi
_ Deadbeat At Dawn
Although the acting may be ameteurish in some of these titles, it is compensated with clever dialogue, humor, good plots, very well staged action scenes, good make-up special FX (all of which are lacking in Hatred of a Minute).

Rating:
Summary: I too hated every minute of this one
Review: This film, despite having the names Bruce Campbell and Gunnar Hansen in it, is very flawed to say the least. Being made on a low budget, I could forgive the poor production values, but there is no excuse for the terrible acting, poorly written dialogue, and multiple truely dumb scenes. The dvd's insert has the director writing of his making of the film and he mentions how he studied films and got very much into horror. Well, the filmmakers did'nt learn a thing from all those films they supposedly watched.

The main character is the villian whom we are supposed to identify with. As a boy, he witnesses the abuse of his mother from a drunk stepfather. Then we fast forward to him as an adult and he suddenly looses it; just like that. No mentioned history of fighting, foster homes, abusing children, abusing animals, lighting fires; things that serial killers do/go through before their killing sprees begin. I know I sound anal with all this, but at least I took the time to research the subject matter; something these filmmakers didn't do. Yes, other movies don't mention these things about their serial killers either (Frenzy, American Psycho, Switchback), but they don't attempt to make their audiences sympathize with these characters by showing us their terrible past. If the director wanted his audience to sympathize with his main character, he should have took lessons from the film Peeping Tom. The director should also consider the following low budget films:
_ Blood, Guts, Bullets and Octane
_ A Better Place
_ El Mariachi
_ Deadbeat At Dawn
Although the acting may be ameteurish in some of these titles, it is compensated with clever dialogue, humor, good plots, very well staged action scenes, good make-up special FX (all of which are lacking in Hatred of a Minute).