Directed by Chris Sivertson
Starring Marc Senter, Shay Astar, Alex Frost, Robin Sydney
Review by Jordan
Once upon a time, a boy named Ray Pye put crushed beer cans in his boots to make himself taller.
Ray Pye: handsome, popular, enigmatic, psychotic, violent, deadly… a disturbed boy with lethal tendencies and a need to be adored, a sociopath who uses those around him to satisfy his ego and wears black, slicks his hair back and applies subtle make-up to be noticed. Aged 19, and armed with a low-caliber rifle and fueled by inhuman urges he murders two girls out camping in the isolated wilderness, his two friends, Jen and Tim, baring witness.
Four years later Ray (Marc Senter) is yet to be caught, and Jen (Shay Astar) and Tim (Alex Frost) have remained quiet, but with Detective Charlie Schilling (Michael Bowen) and his ex-partner Ed Anderson convinced of his guilt it is just a matter of time until the simmering turns to a boil. Then, when the sultry, mysterious and dangerous Katherine (Robin Sydney) comes into the frame, she ignites a fire in Ray and the pot well and truly explodes…
Adapted from a novel by America’s leading practitioner of human horror, Jack Ketchum (Off Season, The Girl Next Door, Red), produced by visionary filmmaker Lucky McKee (May, The Woods, The Woman), directed by Chris Sivertson (All Cheerleaders Die – co-directed with McKee) and based on real-life events, The Lost is an unrelentingly fascinating study of a fractured mind on a collision course with destiny, presenting riveting drama and shocking, cold brutality in a matter-of-fact fashion so powerful it’s impossible to ignore. Shot, scored, acted and written to precision, it is proof that true horror lies not in the fantastical world of monsters or the dark, but rather the human condition in all it’s opaque intricacies, with Ray our guide on a journey through a troubled, paranoid existence in an American setting over-encumbered and under-sourced to deal with such bleakness.
Ray is often hard to endure, for 120 minutes his constant attention-seeking grates and his persona irritates, but his interactions with both girls and the police become almost addictive regardless, as if we are witnessing the build-up to a monumental tragedy, that could just as easily be this murderer getting caught or getting away with it. He smiles, he charms, he struts awkwardly with those crushed beer cans sitting in the bottom of his boots and throughout it all he eschews a pure, horrendous evil.
The Lost is a crime thriller as patient as it is shocking; an incendiary film low on budget but high on impact that demands your attention. Needless to say, those with the fortitude and an interest in true crime will find a lot of substance here.