Review: Cabin Fever 2: Spring Fever
Feb 16th 2010 11:45AM by: Horror Squad Staff

The end of Cabin Fever 2: Spring Fever is pretty much a disaster, but if you can get there from the beginning of the film you may not mind. Ti West's disowned sequel to Eli Roth's 2002 cult movie indisputably falls apart in its final scenes, but the writer-director of The House of the Devil has an unerring ear for naturalism, even when firmly ensconced in teen comedy territory, and makes the most of material that otherwise might not deserve such attention to detail. All of which means that this may not be the best follow-up for new fans of the filmmaker, but Cabin Fever 2 is far from the "complete disaster" status that for three years made it the black sheep of Lionsgate's often-lackluster catalogue.
The film stars Noah Segan (The Brothers Bloom) as John, a high school senior who wants to ask his friend Cassie (Alexi Wasser) to the prom but is paralyzed by the prospect of a beatdown by her psycho sometime-ex-boyfriend Marc (Marc Senter). His buddy Alex (Rusty Kelley) manages to score himself a date after comforting a forlorn stripper named Liz (Regan Deal), but their plans for a perfect night are dashed when the entire populace of the school succumbs to a bizarre, deadly disease. Fleeing from military forces determined to contain the outbreak, not mention decaying, highly-contagious members of their graduating class, John, Cassie and Alex fight to escape their school before flying bullets – or worse yet, blood – prevent them from seeing the next morning.
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Hostel's Paxton (Jay Hernandez) and Josh (Derek Richardson) lack the moral character of Wicker Man's protagonist Sergeant Howie (Edward Woodward) as the epitome of American hedonism. Paxton is the fearless, sexual deviant and Josh his inexperienced, uncertain counterpart. Despite Josh's seemingly innocent underpinnings, both are homophobic (yet ironically 'homoerotic') and generally ignorant. The beauty of Roth's handling is his ability to engender empathy for these two unsavory characters--reminding us that they are as much a product of their society as those who eventually slaughter them. While their packages couldn't be more opposite, both the backpackers (I see Paxton and Josh almost as one figure) and the investigator share many common traits. Both are in hot pursuit of the 'other', which it turns out doesn't actually exist, and both contend with the embrace or struggle of their own unexamined moral precipice.
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If you said "Eli Roth," then you're psychic. (Or you read the recent interview over at Fango.) Turns out that in addition to projects like Endangered Species and Thanksgiving, Mr. Roth is also involved with a faux-doco possession thriller called Cotton, a POV slasher flick called Psycho Killer, and (if he has his way) a new version of Tobe Hooper's The Funhouse! Now that's a remake I can actually get behind, for most of the reasons that Eli mentions below:








