‘The Gracefield Incident’: Film Review

A organisation of friends vacationing in a remote cabin confront some-more than they bargained for in Mathieu Ratthe’s found-footage fear film.

The initial line of Mathieu Ratthe’s fear film The Gracefield Incident is spoken by a impression who exasperatedly asks, “Do we have to film everything?” and it’s a doubt with that audiences can usually agree. Yes, we’re behind in a area of found-footage, a genre that a director/screenwriter tries to freshen adult with a novel judgment that proves distant sillier than imaginative.

The film starts with a automobile collision suffered by video diversion editor — certainly a nation’s biggest flourishing contention — Matthew (Ratthe) and his profound mother Jessica (Kimberly Laferriere) that formula in her losing a baby and him losing an eye. Cut to months later, when a forward Matthew designs an synthetic eye for himself that personally contains a video camera so he can record all he sees. Because really, who wouldn’t?

Not prolonged after, a couple, assimilated by 4 others, heads to a lush cabin in a Quebec woods because, well, remote cabins are where so many fear films take place. And only in box a assembly should turn disturbed that Matthew’s eyeball camera won’t be means to uncover all to their satisfaction, be positive that a guest are also toting video and dungeon phone cameras in abundance.

During their stay a blazing meteorite drops out of a sky, with one of a organisation shortly putting his unclothed hands into a hole combined by a sharpened star. Because, really, who wouldn’t? Miraculously, a space stone isn’t blazing hot, as a laws of production would demand, though instead is cold to a touch. But a meteorite turns out to be a slightest of a sextet’s worries, as they shortly find themselves followed by a timberland in Blair Witch Project-fashion by an visitor whose leaping abilities are of Olympic-level proportions.

Meanwhile, bizarre phenomena start occurring in a house, prisoner on video in Paranormal Activity-style, and one member of a untimely organisation exhibits zombie-like behavior. We also learn that a house’s owners turns out to be spooky with Bigfoot. Because really, who wouldn’t? So that’s something else for a guest to worry about. And, many horrific of all, there’s no dungeon phone signal.

So formulaic and ordinary that a print should accompany a compendium clarification of derivative, The Gracefield Incident degenerates into unconstrained scenes of people using around in a woods breathlessly cheering fear film cliches while being photographed in shaky-cam fashion. That a film works to any border during all is due to special effects that are certainly considerable for such a low-budget bid and effective modifying that maximizes a gotcha scares. But they’re meagre remuneration for a film that answers a doubt acted during a commencement — no, we unequivocally don’t have to film everything. Because really, who would?

Production: Filmmode Entertainment, Matt Ratt Productions, Emba
Distributor: Momentum Pictures
Cast: Mathieu Ratthe, Kimberly Laferriere, Victor Andres, Laurence Dauphinais, Juliette Gosselin, Lori Graham, Alex C. Nachi, Victor Andres Turgeon-Trelles
Director/screenwriter/editor/producer: Mathieu Ratthe
Executive producers: Pat Brisson, Sergei Fedorov, Bryan Turner
Director of photography: Yan Savard
Production designer: Elise de Blois
Costume designer: Valerie Gagnon-Hamel
Composer: Noah Sorota
Casting: Lucie Robitaille

Rated PG-13, 89 mins