Don't be fooled by Slave. This film is all tricked out like it's some kind of extreme sex and torture bonanza. But outside of a montage that looks like a rap music video inspired by Jennifer Connelly's last scene in Requiem for a Dream, Slave is as tame as a whipped dog. There's some topless chicks, some people get shot, a fist fight that makes as much sense as a field mouse taking on a rhino and that's about it. There's actually little sex and not much violence or other generalized depravity in this movie, which means all it has going for it is the intelligence of its script, the skill of its director and the talents of its cast. Try not to be shocked, but it almost goes 0 for 3.
David Dunsmore ( Sam Page) and his hot fiancée Georgie (Nassia Malthe) head to Spain to spend some time with David's estranged father, the shady and relentlessly prickish Robert Dunsmore (Michael Maxwell). Once there, Georgie is abducted and taken to a boat owned by a crazy Russian called The White Arab (David Gant) where she's supposed to be turned into some sort of drug-addled sex slave. Meanwhile, David just sort of wanders around with this forlorn look on his face like a little kid who lost his puppy. There's a scene that explains the break up of David's family and then he teams up with a bartender (Roger Pera) whose sister is also on the Arab's boat, a paring that's like Pee Wee Herman joining up with Charles Bronson, and they decide to storm the boat and save the women they love. Meanwhile, Robert decides to stage his own covert rescue, only to wind up beaten to death by his own son when David mistakenly thinks he catches dear old Dad screwing his incoherent fiancée.
Let me start with the two things that were good about Slave. Michael Maxwell is fun to watch as the invincibly piggish Robert Dunsmore. He's not only infinitely more charismatic and entertaining than his wuss of a son, but Maxwell is able to perfectly switch gears when Robert has to display some long buried decency. David Gant is also a great bad guy. He looks evil. He sounds evil. He even moves kind of evil. Plop The White Arab down in something that really is a gore and nudity filled exploitation flick and you'd have the makings of a trashy good time.
The rest of this motion picture is not good at all. It is rather visually stylish in the way that so many movies are today, particularly a home movie montage at the start that explains the backstory of David's family, but by the time Slave was 20 minutes old I had already had more than enough of all the fancy editing, imagery and sundry bullcrap. Every technique and shot and filmmaking choice is the same thing you see from every filmmaker born after the debut of Miami Vice on NBC.
As for the story yeesh. Nothing about it makes much sense and it doesn't have nearly enough naked female flesh or simulated brutality to disguise that. How do David and the bartender know where the Arab's boat is? Why does the bartender wait around for this pussified American before starting a rescue effort? Why does Robert, when he's found with Georgie on the boat, provoke his son to violence instead of explaining his heroic motives? Why does a tale of white slavery on the high seas have the soul of a bad romantic comedy? Who did Brett Goldstein blow to get his script produced? Your guess is probably better than mine, especially if you haven't seen this mess.
With its lack of violence and sex, Slave doesn't even qualify as a bad horror thriller. It's one of those movies where you view it and wonder what the people who made it thought they were doing. I don't know about you, but I had better things to do with my time. Don't repeat my mistake.
David Dunsmore ( Sam Page) and his hot fiancée Georgie (Nassia Malthe) head to Spain to spend some time with David's estranged father, the shady and relentlessly prickish Robert Dunsmore (Michael Maxwell). Once there, Georgie is abducted and taken to a boat owned by a crazy Russian called The White Arab (David Gant) where she's supposed to be turned into some sort of drug-addled sex slave. Meanwhile, David just sort of wanders around with this forlorn look on his face like a little kid who lost his puppy. There's a scene that explains the break up of David's family and then he teams up with a bartender (Roger Pera) whose sister is also on the Arab's boat, a paring that's like Pee Wee Herman joining up with Charles Bronson, and they decide to storm the boat and save the women they love. Meanwhile, Robert decides to stage his own covert rescue, only to wind up beaten to death by his own son when David mistakenly thinks he catches dear old Dad screwing his incoherent fiancée.
Let me start with the two things that were good about Slave. Michael Maxwell is fun to watch as the invincibly piggish Robert Dunsmore. He's not only infinitely more charismatic and entertaining than his wuss of a son, but Maxwell is able to perfectly switch gears when Robert has to display some long buried decency. David Gant is also a great bad guy. He looks evil. He sounds evil. He even moves kind of evil. Plop The White Arab down in something that really is a gore and nudity filled exploitation flick and you'd have the makings of a trashy good time.
The rest of this motion picture is not good at all. It is rather visually stylish in the way that so many movies are today, particularly a home movie montage at the start that explains the backstory of David's family, but by the time Slave was 20 minutes old I had already had more than enough of all the fancy editing, imagery and sundry bullcrap. Every technique and shot and filmmaking choice is the same thing you see from every filmmaker born after the debut of Miami Vice on NBC.
As for the story yeesh. Nothing about it makes much sense and it doesn't have nearly enough naked female flesh or simulated brutality to disguise that. How do David and the bartender know where the Arab's boat is? Why does the bartender wait around for this pussified American before starting a rescue effort? Why does Robert, when he's found with Georgie on the boat, provoke his son to violence instead of explaining his heroic motives? Why does a tale of white slavery on the high seas have the soul of a bad romantic comedy? Who did Brett Goldstein blow to get his script produced? Your guess is probably better than mine, especially if you haven't seen this mess.
With its lack of violence and sex, Slave doesn't even qualify as a bad horror thriller. It's one of those movies where you view it and wonder what the people who made it thought they were doing. I don't know about you, but I had better things to do with my time. Don't repeat my mistake.