Baskin (2015)
Starring Muharrem Bayrak, Ergun Kuyucu, Gorkem Kasal
Directed by Can Evrenol
Now, I love a good satanic story just as much as the next lover of all things unholy, but the problem is that I asked for a “story”… you pickin’ up what I’m droppin’ in your collection basket?
In the case of Can Evrenol’s Baskin, outside of the gore and extremely spooky visual effects, there isn’t much to get excited about along the lines of a spine to hold the gooey parts intact – the cinematic equivalent of a jellyfish, if you will. Let’s enter the ceremonial prayer circle and see what evil spirits we can drum up, shall we?
The film begins with a young child who thinks he’s hearing Mommy in the heat of passion, only to stumble in and find something equally as damaging to his eyes (and soul). We then cut to a Tarantino-esque dinner conversation between a bunch of amped-up, douchier-than-douchey cops spilling the details on their sexual conquests, among a myriad of other topics, when they receive a call about another group of police officers in trouble at an abandoned building. Yet, once they respond, no one is found.
It’s not long before the horrific discovery is made of several dismembered bodies and some rather nasty satanic lunatics practicing the black arts right inside the building itself, leading our beloved (that’s a stretch) band of boys in blue to fight to survive against the demonic practitioners. Only problem is, these characters do absolutely nothing to form an empathetic boundary for themselves, so by the time the butchering begins, you’ll most likely fight to stay awake, even during their endless screams.
Evrenol uses the most out of limited lighting and an excess of the crimson waves to enhance what is a narrative that is as devoid as the thought pattern in any Kardashian’s skull. Don’t get me wrong; there are more than a few good scares contained within, but the unfortunate thing is after the frights have long worn off, there simply isn’t anything else to fall back on other than another copious pile of viscera. Unless you’re a hardcore gorehound with a penchant for some heinous acting and uninspired storytelling, this is nothing more than a giant pile of straight Legos without one single connecting piece in sight.
Bypass it if it slithers your way, and clean up all those damn black candles and goat heads before the guests come over!
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