Planning for murdering her, four young teens, who every Sunday murder a blond girl with no reasons, and their next victim is Veronica, a young blond girl, who enjoys powers, as she threatens them instead.
"Final Girl" isn't interested in its title character beyond that of a pawn. Abigail Breslin does everything a really strong actor possibly could with this slimly conceived role, but she deserves better.
This patchy, underwritten thriller could almost pass for a critique of any number of genre forebears in which the mere presence of a hot, ass-kicking female avenger is meant to seem subversive.
Tyler Shields is an incredibly creative visionary, yet Final Girl is nothing but revenge cinema in its basest form (despite the film's zany personality).
"Final Girl" isn't about building sympathies or establishing motives, it's purely concentrated on creating a pretty picture. Characters always come secondary to style, deflating the entire effort.
between these dual narratives is a discourse on men and women... where victimhood is up for grabs and easily distorted in its presentation - and that is the kind of confronting, uncomfortable conversation about gender that horror does best.
Breslin, whose recent resume hasn't lived up to her Oscar nomination for "Little Miss Sunshine," needs to find something worthy of her talents. An Oscar nominee shouldn't even watch "Final Girl," much less star in it.
