The Bay (2012): A-
Y’all know Dr. Loomis has a found footage fetish. So when I became aware of the fact that Barry Levinson (Diner, The Natural, fucking Rainman!) directed one, I bumped it to the top of my Netflix streaming queue.
I’m here to tell you to do the same. Like right fucking now. The Bay isn’t just a found footage movie. It isn’t even just a horror movie. It transcends genre. Best of all, it’s terrifying, and the scares ain’t cheap.
The film takes the unique approach of being told from the perspective of a reporter who witnessed and survived the events of the film. She watches the spliced-together accounts of different sources from a small Maryland town on the 4th of July, 2010 and re-lives the horror of that day, providing perspective and foreshadowing the fates of the poor fuckers onscreen.
I actually didn’t think I was going to like the movie in its early phase, because the trouble starts with boils. I’m not scared of boils, blisters, or rashes. This is why I hated that stupid-ass Cabin Fever. Turns out the boils are just a symptom of something much worse. Loomis don’t spoil shit, but let’s just say lots of the corpses (and there are fucking scads) end up with their tongues chewed out.
I won’t tell you what’s doing all the damage, but the delivery system is what gives the film its frightening scope. Remember how Jaws had everyone afraid of going into the water because you might get eaten by a giant fucking shark? The Bay takes that concept and doubles it the fuck down. It’s not just swimming that can get you killed. See, the water’s polluted. The officials of the town chose the profitable chicken factory over the purity of their coast…and their drinking water, since it comes from a desalinization plant.
Before any of you Ted Nugent motherfuckers starts with, “Aw fuck, Loomis! This is some kind of faggot tree-hugger message movie? I ain’t watchin’ anything Obama wants me to” just know that while the film deals with eco-horror, It’s not heavy-handed. What creeps me out so much about this flick is that the gruesome phenomenon is examined with scientific precision; the first thing the doc does at the local hospital is call the CDC- they’re fucking useless. It really does feel like something that could happen to any town in any part of the world.
The environment’s generally pretty resilient, but what if it gets fucked with in exactly the wrong way, under exactly the wrong conditions? That’s the haunting question that arises amidst the nightmarish carnage of The Bay. If you don’t care about the answer, then you’re probably a fucktard who should stick to Kevin James movies.