Here’s the next installment of my top 31 horror films since 2000.
#8 Bone Tomahawk (2015)
Bone Tomahawk was my favorite film of 2015. Not horror film. Film. Period. I think it’s a masterpiece of cross-genre storytelling. I love westerns, especially gritty, dirty, and mean ones. My favorite TV show ever is Deadwood, and Bone Tomahawk takes that show’s poetic-realism and fuses it with something crazy, like Predator, and does it full-bore, throwing all caution and reason to the wind. It’s audacious and brave, ugly and violent, tragic and funny. There are so many “holy bleep” moments, so many unexpected turns and unorthodox action, it’s a marvel to behold. So fun. So nasty. So cool.
Everybody just nails their roles and performs their guts out – literally. Kurt Russell, of course, is delightful as Sheriff Hunt, Patrick Wilson is great, but the best performances go to an almost unrecognizable Richard Jenkins as deputy Chicory and Matthew Fox, who after Lost wallowed in obscurity. He is dazzling here as the reformed but haunted Indian killer, Brooder. So few productions have an ensemble cast that manages to merge together as a unified mighty performance. This troupe is beautiful to watch and I wanted so much more of them when their journey ends and the credits roll.
The story is so nuts, but if you haven’t seen it yet, I’m not going spoil it for you here. Just trust me and watch it and prepare to be blown away. Bone Tomahawk is the closest thing to the perfect horror-western you’ll ever find. Magic, wicked stuff.
Check out the trailer below and be sure to tune in tomorrow for #7.