The cool thing about In a Violent Nature is that it's a walking contradiction. On the one hand, it deconstructs the camp slasher genre and crafts an exact replica of typical camp slashers on the other. At its best, it feels like a love letter to the genre and horror fans...but at its worst, it feels like a middle finger.
When we first start following Johnny on his mission to get the necklace back, it feels new and exciting. He moves deliberately, slow enough to let us enjoy the wilderness setting and sounds while overhearing out-of-sight conversations that outline some of the story and characters. But that pace starts to be a little frustrating.
I need someone to clock how often we're just watching Johnny walk. It initially builds anticipation for kills, but that's worn out by the third or fourth time. Johnny's journey might be better if there was more than a paper-thin plot that's obviously ripping off Jason...or performances that bring anything to the table other than "budget-horror actor isn't even trying hard."
So, with all that complaining, why do I still love the movie? Mainly because of the kills. They're over the top to the point where my theater was "oohing" and "ahhing" every kill. You could hear some audience members cringe and squirm while others laughed at the madness. The Yoga Kill audio from our audience could have been a movie ad, even without any visuals attached. By the second half, people were squirming just from anticipating the kills to come.
And that's where the contradiction hits again. Everything I hate about the deliberate pacing of Johnny's walking scenes is everything I love about the kills. That patience to stick with a scene means that when Johnny's chopping or hammering some hapless victim, it goes on...and on...and the audience is gasping and squirming way longer than they would in any other movie except a Terrifier sequel.
So, by the end, I'm left wondering if the hammed-up performances and paper-thin plot were as deliberate as Johnny's shambling. They fit a typical horror movie; this is literally Jason's brother from another mother. It all just needed some shaving. I don't want a director's cut; I want a fan cut that trims all the fat. Even the ending that everyone hates would have been fine if it were a 5-minute discussion instead of 15.
Anyway, this is a 7.5 on first viewing, but still my personal favorite of the year. It's Leslie Vernon without the introspection and exposition. Unfortunately, I could say way more about the near-misses of the plot than the best parts...but that's because this is almost a classic in my mind. It just needed some tweaks.