The Hangman

The Hangman (2024), directed by Bruce Wemple, is a horror film that collapses under the weight of its own shortcomings, emerging as a masterclass in what not to do in filmmaking. The story follows a father and son on a camping trip in Appalachia that turns deadly when they encounter a cult and a demonic entity, but the execution is a mess. The acting is uniformly dreadful, with the lead actor's performance standing out as the worst, marked by bizarre facial expressions that clash jarringly with the intended emotions of each scene. The camera's relentless zooming in on the lead's face only amplifies this disconnect, making every awkward grimace painfully unavoidable. A secondary villain, stereotyped with a Confederate flag logo on his hat and truck, delivers a performance so wooden it feels like a caricature, while a priest character somehow manages to be even worse, with dialogue and delivery that border on unintentional comedy.

The screenplay is a chaotic jumble, tossing in racial undertones, cult horror, and father-son drama without cohesion or depth, and the direction fails to salvage it, with poor pacing and baffling choices like the overuse of close-ups. Reviews suggest a low-budget production, but no amount of money could fix the fundamentally bad writing, acting, and directing. The Hangman is a cinematic misfire that tries to be a horror but ends up a frustrating, laughably bad ordeal.

Every decision made by the writers, director, camera operators, actors and their characters was the worst possible decision. It was so bad in every way possible. It's like they asked an improv audience to suggest a genre, sub genre, tone, and a new character to introduce for 3 acts and they just put all of it together to make a mashup of all the ideas.

Or maybe two interns carrying two separate scripts were rushing down a hall and ran into each other, dropping the stacks of papers and when they picked all of the pages up, they had mixed both scripts together and this was the one that got produced.

When it comes to modest budget VOD horror flicks, Dread knows its audience. Get a few psychotic characters, plug in some red LEDs, build a fire, throw around a little karo-red blood, and everyone has a screaming good time. Dread's latest VOD release, The Hangman, fulfills all these requirements - minimally. What makes The Hangman at all watchable is the clever crime drama centering on a missing teen that easily slips in-between the pseudo-screams.

While the plight of the father and son deepens the A-story, the demonic tale of the Hangman is abruptly forgotten. When the supernatural menace eventually returns, the story of the Hangman's murderous quest becomes not only confusingly circular but almost completely unnecessary. In fact, The Hangman lacks any true genre scares and possesses startling sparse on-screen violence. The eponymous villain barely lives up to his name, settling instead to casting small nooses for binding people down as if he was a not-so-friendly Appalachian neighborhood web-slinger.

Hardcore horror fans might disagree.

The Hangman apologetically fits within the genre and strangles out the minimally-appropriate material with its very last breath while ignoring the true horror of scary Appalachian drug dealers.

Leon is taking his son Jesse on a camping trip in West Virginia. He wakes up next morning to find his son missing. He navigates a racist local population and a demonic presence killing his victims with his ropes.

I am fine with a low budget Deliverance style trip in hillbilly country. That part actually works at a low budget level. The lead is a functional average looking dad. The movie struggles when it tries to do high intensity supernatural visuals. They don't have the budget or the camera skills to do it right. It looks cheap and not even in a fun camp way. One understands the limitations.

This movie can't decided what it is about. And it throws every kitchen sink into the toilet and flushes the toilet and the kitchen sinks all swirl in the bowl and get jammed and the plumber that comes to fix this cinematic mess of a backed-up sewer movie isn't very good with plumbing or film-making.

The main conceit is that a dad and son go camping in the worst possible place and run into the worst possible people with the worst beliefs, side hustles and folklore imaginable.

The other open premise of the movie is that there is a backwoods cult of lowlifes worshiping a demon that hangs people for their sins. And the rest of the plot points involving said demon make no sense in a fairly tone-deaf manner what with racial makeup of the two leads.

Sometimes the movie is dead serious about itself. Other times it is trying to play for laughs. It unsuccessfully tries to be supernatural horror, an overwrought social drama and a father/son buddy comedy.

But it is mostly annoying. And nothing about it is cohesive or interesting.