A couple of weeks ago I went to a local pro wrestling show. On the card for that night was a "hardcore" match, which essentially means no disqualification, falls count anywhere, and weapons will be involved. Mid-match, one of the wrestlers rolls out a shopping cart full of the traditional wrestling fare, but the other went the extra mile and pulled a kitchen sink out from under the ring. We all get the joke but it's one you groan at. Why am I mentioning this story? Because this film pulled the kitchen sink out from under the apron.
Our introduction to The Hatred is its own short film. We have a post World War 2 nazi hiding out in small town USA. How a woman fell in love with and bore him a child is beyond me because this guy is just a prick. One day he receives a package containing a personal artifact of Hitler's known as the Amulet of Hatred. He cements this thing into his wall and it turns his crazy level up to 100 because he then murders his daughter and hides the body. The mom knows what's up and kills him. Then we go to modern time where some fresh-outta-college girls come up to help watch on of their professor's children for a weekend. Too much crap happens. Seriously, a lot of shit goes down,
If ever there were a film that was written based off of a bunch of Post-It notes stuck to a wall then it would be this one. We have nazis, a magic French amulet the Germans had but was sent from Brazil, Japanese Grudge noises and growing black mold corners, some sort of creature thing, ghosts, creepy dolls, and the use of a creepy pasta (the one where the kid says there's something under their bed, and the person checks and it's the kid saying the thing on the bed isn't them). It's like they had no idea where to go and instead of sticking with one direction they threw everything at it.
The one positive thing The Hatred does have would be the existence of one of my top five harbinger characters, ever. The woman doesn't do much except act nervous, glances in the house, mumbles about it being evil, and then all but runs through the front yard. It was awkward and hilarious and even the characters are weirded out by this display. I just laughed my ass off. This film should have embraced her and played Yakety Sax as she ran away and it would receive a higher rating from me. It doesn't, so fuck it.
The Hatred gets 1 Sgt. Hatred out of 5: