Blood Creek, Directed by Joel Schumacher, 2009
I make no secret of the level of animosity I feel toward Joel Schumacher. His butchering of my favorite comic book hero of all time is more than enough to solidify his admission to my shit list. But Blood Creek's plot description alone provided enough enticement for me to set aside my contempt and give it a spin. I'm so glad I did because I loved the hell out of Blood Creek. In the late 1930's a Nazi agent is sent to a Virgina farm to find a Viking rune stone of enormous power. But when he does find it, he becomes something even the Third Reich can't control. Flash forward seven decades and the area around that same Virginia farm becomes notorious for missing locals. One such missing person returns home to employ his brother for a mysterious mission; a raid on that farm. What they find there is something more horrific than they could have ever imagined.
I harbor a bilious displeasure with the fiasco surrounding the changing of the guard at Lionsgate. The petulant, childish pettiness of incoming CEO toward the former head of the studio lead to several great films getting dumped into a handful of dollar theaters in an effort to bury them. Blood Creek, like The Midnight Meat Train, was one such film and, as much as I enjoyed The Midnight Meat Train, I liked Blood Creek even more. The story is fascinating, the horror elements are not only effective but also unique, and Michael Fassbinder shines as the undead Nazi. The kills and the gore elements are also fantastic as is the overall atmosphere. I highly recommend owning this artifact.