Studio: ITN Distribution
Director: Andrea M. Catinella
Writer: Harry Boxley
Producer: Rene August
Stars: Alina Desmond, Shayli Reagan, Valery Danko, Alina Varakuta, Lauren Staerck, Jeremy Vinogradov, Alexander Butler
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Summary:
Disguised by a menacing pig mask, a mutated serial killer massacres a group of women partying in a remote cabin.
Review:
It’s not your fault if you make the mistake of assuming “Piglet” spun out of the “Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey” series. It didn’t, but someone seemingly wants you to think it did.
First off, this Piglet sports the same menacing boar mask that his porky counterpart wore in the first “Blood and Honey” film (review here), before those movies transitioned to makeup for the sequel (review here). The mask is an identical match, right down to the little bite missing out of an ear. One wonders if this could be the exact same one, possibly borrowed, bought, or nicked from the other production after they were done using it.
“Piglet” also comes from the same distributor that releases the “Twisted Childhood Universe” films. They apparently don’t care about cannibalizing their own catalog, or about confusing viewers into believing a title belongs to a franchise it isn’t actually part of, either. Regardless, “Piglet” isn’t at all affiliated with filmmaker Rhys Frake-Waterfield’s “Poohniverse,” even though outward appearances brazenly imply as much.
It's kind of amusing to think about the irony though. The TCU built itself around children’s characters who became public domain properties. Now here comes a separate entity that’s essentially ripping off those ripoffs. There’s some delicious schadenfreude to be savored in the idea that producers who’ve made money by exploiting expired copyrights might be pissed about someone else piggybacking on their work by making cheap B-movies look like something they’re not.
Turns out “Piglet” is even less of a Pooh and Piglet movie than “Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey” was. There’s no 100-Acre Wood. No Christopher Robin. Not a single reference to anything A.A. Milne ever wrote.
In the opening scene, a pair of people wearing baseball caps with the word “Security” flank a burly dude with a sack over his head in what looks like a horse trailer, none of which seems to be standard operating procedure for police conducting a prisoner transport. The male guard mutters some laughable exposition about a mad scientist having injected this unidentified serial killer with a toxic serum that mutated him into a monstrous man. On cue, the prisoner breaks his chains, kills his guards, and makes his way to a forest lair where he dons the mask mentioned earlier. That’s it. That’s who this Piglet is.
In an attempt to also imitate “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre,” Piglet basically becomes Leatherface, complete with a meat hook accessory. The Cook is Mr. Hogarth, a creepy man who directs this pig person to kill people. And they have a lot of victims lined up for their cannibal dinner table because “Piglet” recycles the most beaten-to-death slasher plot possible: masked maniac stalks girls partying at a remote cabin in the woods.
To celebrate her sister Kate’s 21st birthday, Susie brings Kate and a couple of friends to a deserted campground for the saddest birthday party imaginable. There’s no music, no reason to be isolated in this drab forest, and only one tiny baggie of coke for eight people, none of whom seem to like Kate to begin with. I’m not sure where “Piglet” was shot, but Salt Lake City, Utah, gets mentioned like it’s in the same country, making it additionally strange that these women speak from an odd smorgasbord of British, Ukrainian, and indeterminate accents.
A cynic might suspect one woman’s willingness to bare her breasts in a sex scene may have had more to do with her hiring than any acting ability. Not to sound uncouth, but her breasts might be the only element of the movie not describable as flat.
Color-faded footage washed out by natural light is beyond repair. Keeping sound levels at a consistent volume shouldn’t require much labor, yet some scenes blow out microphones until dialogue distorts. Others are barely audible even when voices are speaking at normal volumes. Foley sound effects are completely missing from several sequences. When Piglet stomps in one man’s head, it sounds like he’s stuffing socks into a laundry bag. Violent stabs sound like he’s poking a moldy tomato with a toothpick.
If you want a lo-fi flick stuffed full of unimaginative cliches like campers stuck somewhere without cellphone service, a getaway car that suddenly won’t start, and stupid reasons to split up when there’s a psycho on the loose, there are more entertaining options than “Piglet.” If you want a film with a tenuous connection to an animated icon turned into a horror villain, I’d say the same thing, except those “Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey” movies really aren’t much better.
Review Score: 15
It’s not your fault if you make the mistake of assuming “Piglet” spun out of the “Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey” series.