Urban Legend (1998), directed by Jamie Blanks and written by Silvio Horta, tends to rank last whenever it’s stacked against the two heavyweights of the 1990s slasher revival. Yet of the three, which includes Scream and I Know What You Did Last Summer, Urban Legend arguably has the more unique logline. That movie didn’t shy […]
Image: Jennifer Morrison and Loretta Devine in Urban Legends: Final Cut.
Amy’s search for the perfect starting material, for a narrative feature, has ended with the bane of many a film school teacher—the horror genre. To her surprise, though, Professor Solomon (Hart Bochner) is on board with his pupil’s shift from documentaries to fiction. With Amy’s proposed movie then comes the inevitable body count that occurs whenever characters in the horror genre dig up buried pasts.
Whodunnit plots are evergreen in slashers, although in something of a refreshing change, Final Cut doesn’t opt for the standard revenge angle from the previous movie and its contemporaries. To play on the namesake of the story’s coveted Hitchcock Award for best thesis film, director John Ottman and writers Harris Boardman and Scott Derrickson landed on a more adult motivation for their villain. There’s new meaning to “cutthroat competition” as Amy’s project is soon met with misfortunes—a friend’s supposed suicide and the mysterious disappearances of cast and crew members—that, in the end, all amount to one person’s convoluted effort to take credit for someone else’s work. Being willing to kill for gain and opportunity is as plausible as pure payback.
As a whole, the Urban Legend franchise offers an assortment of popular myths as well as deeper cuts to go with the kills. The first movie made entire scenes out of widespread ghost stories like “Aren’t You Glad You Didn’t Turn on the Light?” and “The Killer in the Backseat,” whereas in Final Cut, the selection is skewing towards obscure (chicken tumor pus is mistaken for mayonnaise) or recent (“The Midnight Scream“). Jacinda Barrett’s set-piece alone, practically a foreshadowing of the “gorno” era to come, is an especially nasty spin on “The Kidney Theft” after the lack of follow-through in the original movie.
Image: The killer is on the prowl in Urban Legends: Final Cut.
Also from Final Cut, “Humans Can Lick Too” would have felt like déjà vu at the time to anyone who had already seen the partly urban legend-motifed anthology Campfire Tales. In an unexpected turn, though, “Humans Can Lick Too” only becomes the backdrop for another piece of dangerous lore; Jessica Cauffiel’s character stopped being the comic relief as she’s butchered on the “Lick” set, and her demise is then caught on video and later watched by an unaware audience. This Peeping Tom-ish reference to snuff films is evidence of Ottman’s long-established career, prior to his solo directorial debut, as both an editor and scorer.
The original Urban Legend is not without its highs, but unlike Ghostface in Scream and the Fisherman in I Know What You Did Last Summer, the movie’s parka-clad villain, save for Rebecca Gayheart’s performance, isn’t memorable or even suitable for merchandising. What’s worse is how Summer beat Urban Legend to the punch by prominently featuring a hook-brandishing madman as its antagonist. The Fisherman, who by the way, was essentially manifested from an in-story retelling of “The Hook.” So surely this development caused Blanks and Horta’s own movie to settle for a more generic-looking killer, one whose incredibly themed slayings pick up the slack whenever the wardrobe and weapons are underwhelming.
As for Final Cut, the killer’s identity is just as concealed as before. An overstuffed cast, along with several red herrings, helps in maintaining the mystery for as long as possible. Initially you begin to wonder if the fencing masked culprit is really Reese, the resentful security guard whose demotion is part of a ploy to protect Pendleton’s dark legacy. Or is it Amy’s fellow would-be filmmakers? Travis (Matthew Davis) apparently took his own life, but in a bit of a soap opera tactic, now he suddenly has a twin. Finally, Anson Mount’s surly Toby, who doesn’t hide his issue with Amy also submitting a horror feature for the Hitchcock Award, is far too obvious to ever consider a suspect. The same goes for a lowly P.A. who’s always looking shifty on Amy’s set (Derek Aasland).
Image: Jennifer Morrison meets the killer in Urban Legends: Final Cut.
Ruling out Reese, a fishy twin and a bitter rival leaves us with a lot of supporting characters as suspects, one of whom might have subscribed to the Brenda (Gayheart) method of deception; they stick close to their enemy. Thankfully, the sequel doesn’t repeat history and instead serves up a perpetrator who satisfies this movie’s Hitchcockian hankering. In what feels like a nod to his own slasher roots, Hart Bochner’s role dons a second disguise, à la Terror Train, while pursuing his prey. The unmasking doesn’t have the same enjoyment to it as that of Brenda, but the soundstage-set standoff between the surviving players, plus the clever callback to Reese’s Coffy-inspired gun, is the perfect endcap to this twisted take on film school.
Final Cut isn’t a legitimate continuation of its predecessor, but as a largely standalone story, one with an occasional giallo quality to its aesthetic and a self-reflexive plot to keep you engaged, the sequel is a cut above other lower-profile slashers from the same era. With its distinct setting, and a layered execution of the core theme, Urban Legend’s follow-up is a more entertaining movie than its negative reviews would suggest. If anything, Final Cut plays better now than it did back then.
Image: The cast of Urban Legends: Final Cut.
