This here is a filmological oddity. It's essentially a chick flick, but most definitely in the horror genre. And done pretty well, at that. Fcuk Tarantino and his Death Proof. That was a cinematic turd that misfired on just about every level. This takes the female 'bonding' story and pretty much just ramps it up to 11. This fucker has no problems getting downright hellacious at times.
Synopsis: Crazy shit happens to six chicks who go spelunking. Well, they're more experienced than that, but you get the picture. Claustrophobia. There. I said it. You happy? But then it gets so much worse. And there's no punches pulled for friend obligation or betrayal. Seriously, it gets brutal.
While plausibility is a bit stretched for the main horror aspect of the film, the realization of it is pretty grounded. Some fairly well-built characters give the horrific bits that much more of an impact in the (mostly) realistic actions and dialogue. And for the majority of the pic taking place in a darkened cave setting, they did a great job of lighting it throughout, and keeping each of the characters and their locations distinct. I was hoping Marshall's follow-up film Doomsday would grow from this, but apparently not.
