Eli Roth is a Nice Boy

L.A. Times catches up with Eli Roth, proclaiming him a queasy-does-it guy.

I secretly loved Hostel. There was no story to it whatsoever, the acting was adequate at best, and downright poor at its worst, it was completely and totally gross, and I loved it. There was style to it. I dare say, even art, that elevated it beyond the works of many of his fellow "Masters of Horror" (excepting, of course, Neil Marshall, who will always be my favourite. I love you, Neil Marshall! Read my script!). I would wager almost that my very first "complaint," its lack of story, is almost what made it more successful than films like Saw or The Hills Have Eyes, where the style is inevitably pushed to the side under the crushing weight of the plot's preposterousness, a mad dash to tie up loose ends that no one cares about. Hostel, on the other hand, was just an unapologetic onslaught of gore that almost winds up feeling, well, cleaner.

In the article, Roth states, "I want people to be scared and walk away upset, but I don't want them to feel like they need to take a shower." It's that mentality that will cement his future in Hollywood; the acknowledgment of that line. I was already pumped for his take on Cell, but after reading Roth's interview, I'm downright floating. It's been a long time since we've had a proper King adaptation that didn't come from Frank Darabont (seriously, Lawrence Kasdan, why did you do that terrible thing to Dreamcatcher?)

The final test, of course, will be whether or not lightning will strike twice. Luckily, Hostel II comes out this weekend, so I won't have long to wait.