FEAR OF CLOWNS

Lynn has a maniacal interest in clowns stemming from a childhood experience involving a carnival clown. Today, Lynn is an artist specializing in portraying clowns, but at the same time, she is a woman about to divorce her husband and facing countless financial difficulties that prevent her from having custody of her son. One day, a man dressed as a clown appears in the woman's life, begins to harass her, and kills all the people around her. Probably "It" has done more damage to the psyche of some viewers than any other television product. The beautiful film by Wallance, based on the monumental novel by Stephen King, has upended a generation, has made coulrophobia common among many people who were children in the early '90s. The Pennywise, magnificently rendered chilling by Tim Curry's performance, has become an icon of horror, and his obscenely toothy grin has fueled the nightmares of many children. "It" has promoted the clown from a Fellini-esque tragic icon to a terrible boogeyman, distorting the meaning of a symbol of joy and fun once again. But after the fun, sadness, and fear, the clown could become the vehicle for a new feeling: boredom. After watching "Fear of Clowns," one feels tired, irritated, oppressed by boredom, and in a state of catatonic indignation that only induces a general sense of discouragement and resignation. Discouragement from realizing that money and time were wasted watching a deeply bad movie, and resignation to the idea that now anyone has the possibility of having their feature film distributed worldwide. One often does not understand how one can have the courage to distribute such aberrations on celluloid; beyond the low acquisition cost for distribution companies, what success can be expected for titles like "Vampires vs Zombies," "Sete di sangue," "Dr. Chopper," or "Fear of Clowns"? What viewer could ever appreciate the non-existent qualities of these films? I believe the answer is "no one" to both questions. "Fear of Clowns" is directed in a less than amateurish way by Kevin Kangas, also the author of the screenplay and producer, in an apotheosis of boring shots and counter-shots that are not even seen in the worst Argentine soap operas. The screenplay starts with the phobia of clowns, a theme that could have developed into an interesting story, only to continue as a thriller with slasher connotations of great boredom, capable of containing within it all the defects that a horror film should avoid. The boogeyman of the turn is a ridiculous man with the physique of a wrestler and bare-chested, with the face (badly) made up as a clown who goes around with an axe to chop up (strictly off-screen) anyone who comes his way. The actors are of a disarming mediocrity, perhaps improvised among the friends and acquaintances of the director, and the excessive duration of almost 2 hours makes watching "Fear of Clowns" an unbearable torture. It is still a mystery what drove the same Kangas to direct and produce a sequel. Pure trash. Stay away!