Finally, I have found the answer to the age old question: Why do all those stupid college kids keep going into the deep woods, only to get slashed up and murdered by various and sundry killers? If you want to know, watch the Cabin in the Woods.
What you will learn, in addition to the answers to the above query, is why people like myself tend to obsess over Joss Whedon: even if you feel at home in a Whedon story, you never see what’s coming. No matter how much time one spends in Whedon’s universe, you will still be surprised over and over again. That Whedon has made himself a reputation of surprising his audience (as loyal an audience as any), is a testament to his boundless creativity. Whedon’s projects are never perfect but they are always surprising. Which in today’s film and television landscape should be prized as much as anything.
The Cabin in the Woods indulges in the strangeness of this creativity as much as any project, here combined with director and co-writer Drew Goddard. Goddard wrote for Whedon’s Buffy and Angel, as well as J.J. Abrams’ Lost and Alias. He’s no stranger to surprises of the best kind.
Anway. This isn’t a review. There’s nothing I have to say about the Cabin in the Woods other than it is the most delightful slasher movie I’ve ever seen. I purposefully avoided everything I could about the film until the opportunity arose to watch it, and that was the right call. If you’ve also managed to avoid learning about this movie, I promise you won’t see it coming.
(also, the performance by Bradely Whitford is simply tremendous. He alone is worth the experience).