Ginger Snaps II: Unleashed
May 18th 2009 23:19
“We can't fight what's in us, B.”
“I'm not like you, Ginger... I'm stronger.”
“Oh really? That's not how I remember you the first fifteen years of your life.
“It's how I remember the last fifteen minutes of yours.”
Every now and again a sequel comes along that is actually not half bad. Different from the first movie, yet cut from the same hide. John Fawcett’s Ginger Snaps (2000), which was written by Karen Walton, is amongst the better werewolf movies; a Canadian black comedy with a distinctly feminine twist in its hirsute tail. Ginger Snaps told the story of the Fitzgerald sisters, their close bond, and the curse that came between them.
Ginger Snaps II: Unleashed (2004) continues the tale but with a different tone; now the older sister Ginger (Katherine Isabelle) is only a peripheral character, a spectre per say, while poor Brigitte has to deal with her Ginger’s terrible affliction brought on by cutting herself and mixing her own blood with her sister’s, which she unwisely thought would aid the sibling’s situation.
Now Brigitte is addicted to Monkshood, aka Wolfsbane, one of nature’s poisons, that seems to be keeping the lycanthropy at bay. But after a tragic incident involving the librarian Jeremy (Brendan Fletcher) Brigitte is assumed to be some kind of junkie and is incarcerated in the local rehab clinic where she is befriended by young Ghost (Tatiana Maslany), a mischievous orphan with a thing for comic heroes.
Another werewolf is prowling around and is keen to mate with Brigitte. Ghost wants to help and they escape the clinic and hole up in Ghost’s family home to deal with Brigitte’s predicament. With the unintentional assistance of the clinic’s resident sleazy asshole Tyler (Eric Johnson), the two girls find themselves in a corner.
Ginger Snaps II: Unleashed is an unusually dark and disturbing movie, with issues of drug addiction, matricide, savage carnality, blackmail, sexual harassment and the corruption of innocence. For a movie about teenagers it’s surprisingly adult. Megan Martin’s screenplay is fresh and invigorating, with many memorable lines: “My best-case scenario … is hair everywhere but my eyeballs, elongation of my spine until my skin splits, teats, and a growing tolerance, maybe even affection for, the smell and taste of feces - not just my own - and then, excruciating death.”
Director Brett Sullivan keeps the mood creepy and atmospheric, and although the werewolf isn’t entirely convincing, the KNB Group (Greg Nicotero and Howard Berger) still provide some excellent effects work. The acting is very good with Emily Perkins’ perpetually tortured expression almost a character in itself. Tatiana Maslany’s Ghost provides an excellent parallel/reflection to Brigitte; pale, blond and slender, with her own agenda, which rears its subversive head at movie’s end.
Ginger Snaps II: Unleashed is a brooding treatise on addiction and dysfunction with lycanthropy as metaphor, much like the first movie, only darker, more daring, and less obvious with its swarthy humour. Great sound design too. The movie's not to everyone’s tastes, but it definitely scratched my lupine itch. The production was done back-to-back with Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning (2004) set in the 19th Century, which traces the ancestral origins of the Fitzgerald sisters and the werewolf curse.
Apparently “No Animals or werewolves were harmed during the production of this film.” Whew.
Here's the trailer:
“I'm not like you, Ginger... I'm stronger.”
“Oh really? That's not how I remember you the first fifteen years of your life.
“It's how I remember the last fifteen minutes of yours.”
Every now and again a sequel comes along that is actually not half bad. Different from the first movie, yet cut from the same hide. John Fawcett’s Ginger Snaps (2000), which was written by Karen Walton, is amongst the better werewolf movies; a Canadian black comedy with a distinctly feminine twist in its hirsute tail. Ginger Snaps told the story of the Fitzgerald sisters, their close bond, and the curse that came between them.
Ginger Snaps II: Unleashed (2004) continues the tale but with a different tone; now the older sister Ginger (Katherine Isabelle) is only a peripheral character, a spectre per say, while poor Brigitte has to deal with her Ginger’s terrible affliction brought on by cutting herself and mixing her own blood with her sister’s, which she unwisely thought would aid the sibling’s situation.
Now Brigitte is addicted to Monkshood, aka Wolfsbane, one of nature’s poisons, that seems to be keeping the lycanthropy at bay. But after a tragic incident involving the librarian Jeremy (Brendan Fletcher) Brigitte is assumed to be some kind of junkie and is incarcerated in the local rehab clinic where she is befriended by young Ghost (Tatiana Maslany), a mischievous orphan with a thing for comic heroes.
Another werewolf is prowling around and is keen to mate with Brigitte. Ghost wants to help and they escape the clinic and hole up in Ghost’s family home to deal with Brigitte’s predicament. With the unintentional assistance of the clinic’s resident sleazy asshole Tyler (Eric Johnson), the two girls find themselves in a corner.
Ginger Snaps II: Unleashed is an unusually dark and disturbing movie, with issues of drug addiction, matricide, savage carnality, blackmail, sexual harassment and the corruption of innocence. For a movie about teenagers it’s surprisingly adult. Megan Martin’s screenplay is fresh and invigorating, with many memorable lines: “My best-case scenario … is hair everywhere but my eyeballs, elongation of my spine until my skin splits, teats, and a growing tolerance, maybe even affection for, the smell and taste of feces - not just my own - and then, excruciating death.”
Director Brett Sullivan keeps the mood creepy and atmospheric, and although the werewolf isn’t entirely convincing, the KNB Group (Greg Nicotero and Howard Berger) still provide some excellent effects work. The acting is very good with Emily Perkins’ perpetually tortured expression almost a character in itself. Tatiana Maslany’s Ghost provides an excellent parallel/reflection to Brigitte; pale, blond and slender, with her own agenda, which rears its subversive head at movie’s end.
Ginger Snaps II: Unleashed is a brooding treatise on addiction and dysfunction with lycanthropy as metaphor, much like the first movie, only darker, more daring, and less obvious with its swarthy humour. Great sound design too. The movie's not to everyone’s tastes, but it definitely scratched my lupine itch. The production was done back-to-back with Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning (2004) set in the 19th Century, which traces the ancestral origins of the Fitzgerald sisters and the werewolf curse.
Apparently “No Animals or werewolves were harmed during the production of this film.” Whew.
Here's the trailer:
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Comment by Kleonaptra
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Comment by Bryn
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Comment by David O'Connell
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Comment by Bryn
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Comment by JohnDoe
Film & TV on DVD
The second GingerSnap was a fun distraction but never really resonated with me...I did love the institutional scenes though.
Credit for them trying to take the myth of the first into a new arena but sadly it fell short for me and I found myself laughing at its absurdities more often that falling under its spell.
Comment by Damo
I only hope that the characters are interesting enough to may me care for them. So many horror films are ruined by have people that we would not care if they are dead or alive.
The Promo video looks very slick.
Comment by Bryn
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