It's no wonder this film gets such a bad rating : it's too ploddingly repetitive for true horror aficionadoes, and too offensive, as well as too deep and surrealisticly cryptic for the average film viewer. Personally, I found it oscillated between the gripping and the boring, with a vast overdose of gratuitous gory detail – thankfully only the short images of the faces and bodies of the victims after the fell deed, but nevertheless obscene and prurient. And while the suspense was masterfully evoked, it only really worked the first hundred or so times ; after that you just felt numb and apathetic.
I had the advantage of a fast-forward button to shorten the boring bits where yet another victim was getting cut up, violated, roasted or otherwise disposed of, so I never actually fell asleep or vomited, but I feel sorry for those who suffer the full assault of the movie without such escape tools.
And yet, I feel the film had a powerful message, which revealed itself more and more to me as I slowly recovered from the trauma – a truth so vital that it almost justifies the vicious vehicle that conveys it. The film is actually a parable of the moral decay of England – a parable of prophetic importance in view of the major breakdown of law and order that the world witnessed in the English riots of 2011, when the streets of London looked like they'd been fire-bombed, and people the country over feared for their safety.
The film portrays an old teacher who refuses to adapt to modern mores, and who is ground down mercilessly by a system which cannot allow fundamental challenges to its "liberal", politically correct principles. He is the only authority figure in the film prepared to acknowledge the existence of a menacing evil, whilst all the others seek to deny or excuse it. He is a Churchillian throwback trying to rouse and rally the people, but he is helpless against the overwhelming forces of appeasement and indifference. Apart from him, every other authority figure in the film - the career mother ; the security officer ; the headmistress and her board ; the law courts, and, ultimately, the police - are unwilling to use their power to restrain the evil-doers ; instead, they ridicule, alienate and persecute the one man who dares to sound the alarm.
When finally the violence erupts, in the form of impossibly agile, monkey-like young hoodies with ghostly black faces - knives in their hands and murderous devilment in their hearts – the teacher is vindicated, but too late. Even as he saves the life of his daughter, she tells him she will hate him forever. He is a tragic Cassandra, doomed to prophesy truth to a people who will reject and resent him.
It's a grim picture, and overly pessimistic, but if you've got the stomach for it, and are not of a nervous disposition, it's a scream worth hearing.
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