THE LOST

THE LOST
By Ian Lee Tich

So Jack Ketchum is a famous author. And he wrote a book called The Lost which was then turned into a movie. Having never read any of his works I cannot say for sure if he is completely to blame for this.

The film starts promisingly enough with a hilarious swagger through the woods which ends in a full on nude Erin Brown a.k.a. Misty Mundae. Nice. Unfortunately there is some swaggering jerk (previously mentioned) who feels the need to ruin this naked party with killing for no reason and freaks out his friends, sigh, I was happier with the naked girls by the fire.

This brings us to the introduction of lead character and major bore Ray Pye, a total loser who thinks he’s a rock star and puts bear cans in his boots to make himself look taller. I don’t know if the character was originally written this way or if it came about later that he would be a 100% blatant rip off of Crispin Glover in The River’s Edge, but that’s what happened.

Somewhere in this mess Dee Wallace Stone appears briefly as a drunken, grief stricken mother of a girl we never really got to know, she looked awful and I felt bad for her for being in this movie. Meanwhile Pye wreaks more havoc, does drugs, fucks chicks (badly) and eventually makes his way down his spiral, partially egged on by the only interesting person in the entire nightmare, a pushy and shady detective played perfectly by Michael Bowen.

Further down the escalator of hell there are some kidnappings, many many boring killings and then finally I guess the film itself realized how lame it was so it decided to “push the envelope.” It’s a bad sign when a movie is so lacking in interesting characters and plot that it must resort to shock value just to make you pay attention. I won’t justify the end or said shock in print, but it’s bad, and if you’re a total masochist you can see it for yourself.