Steven Shiel’s
follow-up to Mum and Dad is likely to
consolidate his critics’ worst fears. Mum
and Dad was hardly original, but it at least made for grim viewing. Unfortunately,
with Dead Mine Shiel has made a terrible
gaff: he removes Mum and Dad’s
characteristic dismalness and retains the lack of innovation. The result is Dead Mine: an unhealthy mishmash of recent
bunker entrapment films (Outpost, The Divide, Bane, Basement), blended with a dash of The Descent, The Hills Have Eyes
2 and Shadow, topped off with imagery
from Oasis of the Zombies, and old-hat
“Unit 731” themes (see Men Behind the Sun,
Philosophy of a Knife). Slow and
dull, Dead Mine boasts no significant
narrative trajectory to speak of, and eventually simply ceases. As the end credits
roll some generic post nu metal music trundles along in much the same way the
film itself did. Ultimately, Dead Mine
commits the worst crime a horror film can: it is boring, uninspiring and utterly
forgettable.
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