Oh, snap. — 3 years ago
The werewolf sub-genre is one of those areas I don’t normally venture into, and I’m not too sure why. After all, these days you don’t see too many films about them. Usually it’s all about vampires or wizards or dragons or other … well, crap. That’s why I was very surprised with this particular film.
Ginger Snaps has the appeal of one of those artsy, hip independent films – it’s got a fantastic little cast of no-names, some genuinely good cinematography, and a nicely written story. Sure, the analogies are crystal clear (PUBERTYEQUALSTRANSFORMATION), and it’s strictly in the realm of the “teen” flick, but unlike most contemporary films those negatives camouflage themselves in the background fairly well.
It’s obviously not perfect, especially given the film’s low budget: the effects for one leave a lot to be desired, even the use of blood, and most of the characters outside of the two protagonists feel relatively weak despite the good acting. Lack of a backstory is noticeable, but I suppose that’s what the prequel-sequel (don’t know if I want to see it) is for, I suppose. It’s not like it’s that big a deal, I guess. After all, who the hell would know what’s going on anyway without it being overly cliche?
As it stands, Ginger Snaps is one of those rare films you find that can really make you rethink an entire category of films in a way you wouldn’t expect – to an extent, at least. In a way it reminds me of 28 Days Later, and how that kind of took zombie movies into the 21st century. Not sure Ginger Snaps had that big of an impact, but… well, close enough for a sub-genre that is somewhat sparsely populated.