Devil’s Pass had been staring me in the face from my Netflix queue for a few months now. Admittedly it probably ended up there in no small part for its provocative cover image:
I had almost no positive expectations for this film at all, so what follows is most certainly a result of the lack of presuppositions combined with a healthy dose of ignorance of the underlying material (the Dyatlov Pass Incident) and some Knob Creek and Coke (the Mexican kind, with sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup, not the Colombian kind – can never figure out how you’re supposed to rehydrate that powdery shit).
BTW, for those of you that know me, or employee me, or anyone else concerned about it – that was a joke. Never touch the stuff. Ever. I like Pepsi 😉
Anywho, I had never heard of the Dyatlov Pass incident before viewing this film (didn’t even think it was a real event until the requisite post-viewing googling) and figured it was another cheap Russian found footage waste of time. It’s not. It is not the greatest film ever made, and there was bourbon involved in the viewing, so maybe I’m not the best qualified to judge, but I liked it. It was decent. And it lead me to the Dyatlov Pass incident, which will surely occupy my imagination for a few weeks.
There really isn’t much unique to the approach here – footage lost and found, young adults going somewhere foolish to do something pointlessly reckless, strange occurrences, death, dark corridors, mysterious unnatural creatures etc etc etc. Like I said, nothing new, but somehow this production sat well with me. Maybe it was the cast? The snowy mountain footage? I don’t know yet. But I enjoyed this one a lot more than I thought I would.
Go watch something.