After two years on the shelf, that barely-tainted â€œAll the Boys Love Mandy Laneâ€ print will finally get to bonk a splicing machine this year.
Having heard the applause from various festivals around the country, and later Toronto, The Weinsteinâ€™s quickly pulled out their wallets in favour of trading some green for ownership rights in the hip thriller. And it would have been their savviest acquisition since the original â€œScreamâ€. If only they hadnâ€™t have kicked it to the curb.
After the colossal failure of the similar-in-tone â€œGrindhouseâ€, The Weinsteinâ€™s dumped the flick – entirely. Now, thanks to Senator Entertainment, itâ€™ll finally see the light of day (a release is rumoured for sometime in August).
One can understand why Bob and Harvey cut their ties with the flick â€“ but at the same time, itâ€™s a pity they couldnâ€™t see the worth in it and stick with it anyway (a good marketing campaign and it can still work). I still believe a good film can find itâ€™s audience â€“ especially one that features a â€˜hot new starâ€™.
Amber Heard, seen recently as Seth Rogenâ€™s (!) teenage girlfriend in â€œThe Pineapple Expressâ€, plays the titular role â€“ a smokinâ€™ hottie who has guys falling at her feet left, right and center. She is wickedly good. Itâ€™s the role thatâ€™ll make her a star (if she isnâ€™t already by the time the film is out). We know sheâ€™s hot â€“ she knows sheâ€™s hot â€“ but thatâ€™s about all we know about her. And itâ€™s all we need to know about her.
In the filmâ€™s opening sequence, Mandy Lane watches as two of her admirers, polar opposites Emmet (Michael Welch) and Dylan (Adam Powell) sit on a roof, talking about her, and gazing at her. Emmet encourages Dylan to jump from a roof into the swimming pool to impress Mandy. Dylan hits the concrete and dies.
9 months later. Mandy is invited to spend a couple of days at a â€˜ranchâ€™ with some friends. Quite a killer vacation it ends up being â€“ with everyone (but you know who) getting knocked off by an unseen â€“ he obviously â€œlovesâ€ Mandy Lane, thatâ€™s all we know – assailant.
Iâ€™d been hearing about â€œMandy Laneâ€ for a while, and only recently managed to catch it. Glad I did. Having lost so much faith in the slasher genre of late â€“ if they arenâ€™t tired remakes of earlier, better movies, theyâ€™re clichÃ©-ridden turds that arenâ€™t so much thinking of their audience as they are the â€“ itâ€™s refreshing to see a â€˜teen killerâ€™ flick thatâ€™s had some thought put into it.
Imaginatively written by Jacob Forman, and craftingly directed by Jonathan Levine, â€œMandy Laneâ€ is a cheeky horror pic reminiscent of Eli Rothâ€™s exceedingly-fun â€œCabin Feverâ€ â€“ lots of gore, but just as many laughs to be had. Like the latter, itâ€™s also got some killer music (lots of golden oldies!), not to mention some great performances â€“ Heard being the standout. Hopefully, like â€œFeverâ€, â€œLaneâ€ manages to find an audience.