On the poster they promised the blood would look like it was spurting in my direction. But they lied. In Scar 3D nothing looks like it’s hurtling in your direction, much less gristle. Which sort of defeats the point of using 3D film in the first place.
Instead of making whoopee with the technology – would a POV eye gouging have killed them? – we’re treated to a bargain basement Saw rip-off. The feeble plot sees Final Girl Joan Burrows (Bettis) return to her hometown for her niece’s graduation, just as the population starts getting picked off by the very same serial killer Joan thought she had killed years ago. Worse, he appears to be gunning for the niece (Blanton) and her friends, a group, who, even by slasher movie standards are most adept at being in the spooky forest or by the spooky lake at the wrong time.
Horror and 3D grew up alongside one another and on the day when the technology falls into the right hands, we’ll be there, front row centre, waiting for the blood splatters. Scar 3D is just not that movie.