Directed
by Josh Forbes, Starring: Matt Mercer, Marianna Palka, Morgan Peter Brown.
Horror, US, 2015, 75mins, Cert 18.
Following
straight on from the first film, Riley (Matt Mercer), now infected with the
‘highly contagious pathogen’ he contracted from Samantha is beginning to get
nasty scabs and maggots growing out of his back. He’s also got a detective
(Marianna Palka) sniffing around after she’s begun connecting him to the
corpses beginning to pile up. Of course Riley does know more than he’s letting
on, and with time running out he’s determined to track down the mysterious and
sinister BJ (Morgan Peter Brown) who appears to be the creator of the virus.
I
confess I haven’t seen the original CONTAGION so I can’t make any informed comparisons
with its sequel. Luckily there are some helpful flashbacks early on which show
Samantha in full-blown zombie infection lunging for her mother (Caroline
Williams) before she’s gunned down. I also find out that prior to that Samantha
was raped by a sinister figure referred to as ‘BJ’ in a car, resulting in her
contracting this ‘necrotic STD’ which eventually caused maggots to fall out of
her vagina (never a good sign) when she was having sex with Riley. Given this
rather unfortunate turn of events, it’s perfectly understandable therefore that
PHASE II opens (it’s now ‘Day 4’ apparently) with an anxious Riley having blood
tests to determine if he’s caught anything from Samantha. “I hope she was worth
it”, mutters the doctor. Even though the test results come back negative
(really?), we are presented with close-up visual evidence to the contrary.
Those deep gashes on Riley’s shoulder aren’t healing, and having firstly removed
a fragment of finger nail (Samantha’s?) from the gouges, he’s having to squeeze
out maggots with a Stanley knife; contending with Niagara Fall nosebleeds; red
eye/grey eye syndrome, and a rotting complexion.
Apart
from the wincingly gory body-horror make-up – which is excellently rendered,
there’s not a great deal of flesh on the bone in terms of story, and given that
we are told the virus has a ‘100% mortality rate’ you are often just left to
marvel about just how gruesome Riley’s degradation needs to get before wearing
dark glasses and a hoodie won’t work anymore. Still there are some nicely comic
exchanges along the way - when a drugstore owner enquires: “Are you alright
son?” Riley replies: “Allergies” (before scuttling off to the public restroom
for some impromptu auto-surgery). His heavily pregnant sister - married to the
doctor who performed the blood test – leans in to stage whisper: “Use a condom
with her” when Riley shows up at a wake with his mother’s cute female carer Harper
(Anna Lore). There’s an excruciatingly
hilarious tribute song performed during the wake entitled ‘Alice’ which is
sublime in its awfulness. And to top it all, Riley’s nosebleed drips into the
dip (I did briefly wonder whether his ear might follow suit à la the
custard scene from Peter Jackson’s BRAINDEAD).
Highly
implausibly, whilst it’s by now well-known how lethal and contagious the maggot
germ thingy is, when Riley is eventually hospitalised (having performed his
role as ‘Typhoid Mary’ admirably); there’s absolutely no sign of any medical quarantine
procedures being observed. And security is so lapse that anyone wearing a
doctor’s coat can just waltz right through the ward! In fact the only thing
less convincing than this set-up is Marianna Palka’s wavering attempts to suppress her native Scottish tongue and deliver an American accent.
Given
the suggestion just before the end credits roll, there’s clearly ambition here
to continue on into a ‘Phase III’, but I can’t say I’ve been sufficiently
infected with enough enthusiasm to stay the course.
**(out of 5*)
Paul
Worts
This review was originally published on the FrightFest website.