During the Sundance Film Festival, one loud-mouthed audience member achieved more publicity for a horror film than just about any publicist in attendance, whil simultaneously demonstrating the futility of protesting a movie of which he disapproved.
The collaboration of Jack Ketchum and Lucky McKee may have struck a bit of gold with the latest adaptation of Ketchum's work, The Woman. But before I ever get a chance to see the movie, I want to get my hands on the book. It's out via Crossroad Press.
Here's the write-up:
How about you? Any interest in reading this one too?
The Woman is the powerful story of the last survivor of a feral tribe of cannibals who have terrorized the east coast from Maine into Canada for years now. Badly wounded in a battle with police, she takes refuge in a cave overlooking the sea. Christopher Cleek is a slick, amoral — and unstable — country lawyer who, out hunting one day, sees her bathing in a stream. Fascinated, he follows her to her cave. Cleek has many dark secrets and to these he’ll add another. He will capture her, lock her in his fruit cellar, tame her and civilize her. To this end he’ll enlist his long-suffering wife Belle, his teenage son and daughter Brian and Peg, and even his little girl Darlin’, to aid him. So the question becomes, who is more savage? The hunter or the game?