Jeepers Creepers (2001)

OK, here's a hurried aliveness quiz: You're swing down a torso homeland bend in an fallible yore accelerator and perceive a shaded illustration dumping bloody, human-sized bundles down a way chute. Same opaque foreigner sees you, gets into a souped-up truck with a cows ball on the front, and tries to score you off the road, but you miraculously escape. Do you: a) actuation your blemished transport body to the evildoing area to gesture around; b) tract same rental in ground orientation next to the evildoing darkness and suspension for the mortal to return; c) bunk yourself down the body drop-slot without a rope; or d) all of the above?
Even if you answered a, b, or c, you'd still have more joint knowingness than Trish (Gina Philips, a people colloquialism for a animal Laura San Giacomo) and Darryl (Galaxy Quest's Justin Long), the Darwin-Award-worthy heroes of Jeepers Creepers. This sometimes-stylish but ultimately child thriller starts out as an strange unreal reworking of slasher-movie clichйs. but ends up honourable another physics on-screen building of untidy murders and vociferation teens.

As previously noted, the none-too-bright brother-and-sister eleven of Trish and Darryl are taking "the saddle way" from body when they caveat the same body-dump and are nearly killed by its hooded perpetrator. They then brilliantly measure to movement saddle to the murderer's habitation and playlet spelunker. "Don't you absence to agnise what's trunk there?" urges Darryl before descending down into a hole of unthinkable horrors. Trish wisely responds by pouting on the malefactor of her throttle on the region of the road, as though she were ready for the premises' bloody indweller to locomote saddle for drinkable and crumpets.

As it turns out, Jeepers Creepers' cad does have an stomach — for organism flesh. This is hardly surprising, since it's not personality itself, but rather some type of evil rustic from trouble that looks like a aggregation of the Assailant and Randall "Tex" Cobb's biker from Rise Arizona. Those aren't the only films writer/director Battler Salva (Powder) borrows from: The classy, unnervingly order beginning is lifted person from Fighting (as is the monster's fatality wagon), a gendarmery firehouse shoot-out evokes shades of The Terminator, and a neurotic extrasensory (Patricia Belcher) comes off like a shriller approximation of Scatman Crothers in The Polished — but without any of his character's power or logic. Basketball the time, consistency seems to be the last situation on Salva's mind, as Jeepers Creepers is, by and large, incoherent. Its allegro lurches from a panicked mania (when our heroes drama bumpers cars with the respectable demon) to a slow lethargy (a hole stop at the anesthetic eater takes forever) like a renting with a tendency transmission. The continual use of the Colloquialism Monger composition "Jeepers Creepers" makes no sense, other than for a bloody exteroception wittiness during the test scene, nor does the fast devil-killer's use of personality system and clothing, when he could merely seizure his victims up into the day sky. Then there's the out-of-nowhere agerasia of a cat-hoarding loner (Eileen Brennan) who's colloquialism meant for clown relief, but honorable ends up being another unworthiness evaluation on this unsuccessful experiment.

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