There are many great words in the English language. Words that when combined together, form sentences that convey meaning and emotion, and create concrete descriptive images. When these sentences are combined and placed in sequential order, they in turn conjure an author's imagination and birth narrative and character. Since Roger Avery chose not to use any such skill in choosing his words and sentences for his script, or crafting a narrative worth the paper it's printed on, I will chose the only word I know capable of describing this movie: Crap. "It's gonna' be okay, it's gonna be okay," a phrase spoken forty-seven or so times throughout the two hours of hell this film puts its audience through, must have been the filmmaker's mantra - too bad for them, for in the words written by Tarantino, for a story co-written by Avery, “[it’s] pretty f****n’ far from okay.”
I cannot fathom the notion that there are people out there who really believe that it was Roger Avery who was the talent behind Pulp Fiction and not Tarantino. If those people still believe this after seeing this tragically written narrative, I know some good doctors, they work in Silent Hill, and are bit demonic, but they should do the trick. The narrative structure is broken while at the same time, Avery writes some of the worst dialog I have ever heard, I mean, it is bad. The narrative is really just a series of loosely connected bad ideas on part of the characters and the filmmakers, one of the biggest offenders being when Sean Bean’s character “googles” Silent Hill. I began to wonder if Avery really even wrote anything down; perhaps he just had the script in mind, but never got around to actually writing it. I like to imagine Christopher Gans, the director, telling the actors to “Just kind of run from here to there, and we’ll put in some monsters every once in a while – don’t worry, it’s gonna be okay.”
And then the actors ask Gans, “What should we say here?”
Gans turns to Avery, “Any ideas?”
Roger Avery answers, “Well, it looks like there might have been a fire at some point, so say this: Looks like a fire happened here, don’t’ worry baby, it’s gonna be okay.”
Oh really captain obvious, what gave it away? Was it all the freaking ashes falling from the sky and all the charred wood, furniture and debris scattered about?
It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.
It’s too bad that Avery’s script is not the only thing about this film that crawled out of the depths of hell, for Christopher Gans' directing followed closely behind. A competent director can, and often will, turn a poorly written script into a cohesive narrative and entertaining film. Too bad Gans is not a competent director. A competent director would have also known that a horror film, should at some point, be a tad bit scary, or terrifying. Again, it’s too bad for Gans. I am not a huge fan of his Brotherhood of the Wolf, and I feel that Gans needs to become number-one-best-friends with an editor, you know, someone who can slap Gans around, keep him on track, and tell him, “it’s gonna be okay.” Silent Hill, like Brotherhood, goes nowhere, and takes its sweet time getting there. Although unlike Brotherhood, Silent Hill doesn’t have anything about it that even comes close to being entertaining. However, the poor directing is not The Hill’s (as I like to call it now, although the WB may want to use that moniker for it’s television series) biggest problem.
The biggest problem about The Hill is its complete lack of anything even remotely resembling fright. There is not a single ounce of terror, horror, or anything that could pass for tension during the entire two-hour running time. There weren’t even any cheep thrills, like a cat, jumping out from an old locker or something – anything! This poses a problem for a horror film. Horror films need tension, they need atmosphere, and they need for the audience to believe at some point that the characters might be in peril, or that something matters. There is never a moment like this in The Hill. Everything is so vapid and insipid, the acting is so wooden, the script is so heinous, and the directing so lackluster, that the film never achieves to even register on the scale of horror. As far as lightweight horror goes, The Hill is less significant than a feather caught in a hurricane.
On the plus side, it looked really nice, and the music, while mostly from the game, set the proper mood.
The saddest thing for me is this: I believe The Hill will be moderately successful because of the built in fan base for the game. However, I beg of you - do not waste your money on this crap - go and see a good film instead, a film like Slither. If you've seen Slither already, see it again. It's really freaking sad that this crap infested garbage bag called Silent Hill will probably make more money than Gunn's masterpiece of gore, goo and space-zombie mayhem. Gunn deserves more fan support, where as the filmmakers on The Hill deserve only to be locked in a room for all of eternity while the non-MST3K version of Manos the Hands of Fate plays over and over again at a volume loud enough to cause serious ear damage. If there are horror fans out there who go to see Silent Hill, but failed to support Slither in the theatre, just remember this: in the future, when horror films suck so bad you can no longer muster the enthusiasm to see them anymore, you got what you paid for – support the crap, and you will get it.