Not out of the woods
Here’s a good old killer-in-the-woods slasher flick that stands out for a few reasons that may very well be out of the creators’ control. You get that quintessential 1983 formatted vibe that nostalgic horror fans are after. This isn’t a well-known movie, and some would call it a hidden gem. If you’re that audience, and if you haven’t seen The Final Terror, you’re missing out.
The exposition drags a bit. The antagonist is ill-defined. We’re led to believe it’s some kind of beast, but that remains ambiguous. I don’t think it was meant this way. The plot never thickens because, well, there is no plot. Some night scenes are too dark, and part of the narrative is lost. Poor photography hinders some of the best shots. It’s a shame.
Now, two thirds in, we get the impression that not much has happened. We’re still unsure what this whole thing is about. There are serious pacing issues, but perhaps this was intended as a slow-burning slasher; a rarity. Enjoy the scenery, however modest. The cinematography exploits that forest endlessly. I liked the ambiance, the gore, the tension, but this is nowhere near memorable.