THEY, marketed pretentiously as WES CRAVEN PRESENTS: THEY, is a horror movie
without much horror. Wes Craven appears to have contributed little more than
his name to the production, which was directed by Robert Harmon and written by
Brendan Hood. With the cheesiest monsters this side of a horror spoof, which
THEY isn't, it is more likely to induce sleep than fright.
The story concerns a group of young adults who had "night terrors" as young
kids. It seems that a group of aliens, known only as "they," marked the
youngsters. "They" are now back to collect them.
Relying on creepy music, hazy lighting, strange camera angles, running rats, and
suddenly shut doors to spook the audience, the movie consists of wall-to-wall
clichés. To pass the time, I found myself enjoying the story's numerous
illogical elements. My favorite comes when the film's lithe blonde, Julia Lund,
asks her boyfriend to inspect her body. Since she knows that a certain visible
mark on it is a sure sign that she's about to be killed, she wants him to look
closely. Does she take off all of her clothes as she does when they make love
in a subsequent scene? No. She leaves on her bra and panties. Maybe these are
modest monsters who wouldn't think of touching a girl's more private areas.
"I'm embarrassed, but I'll get over it," says Laura Regan, who plays Julia. And
so will the rest of the actors. This turkey isn't their fault. Their acting is
perfectly acceptable, but the movie isn't.
THEY runs 1:37. It is rated PG-13 for "terror/violence, sexual content and
language" and would be acceptable for teenagers.
Copyright © 2002 Steve Rhodes