If
Randy Meeks - Jamie Kennedy’s character from Scream, who uses his extensive
knowledge of horror films to survive one - was given his own film, the
result would be similar to There’s Nothing Out There. The difference is
that There’s Nothing Out There came out five years before Scream
reinvented the horror genre as we knew it. I don’t believe
writer Kevin Williamson or director Wes Craven knowingly ripped off the obscure
1991 indie horror-comedy, but their shared meta aspects make for a
fascinating double feature.
Writer-director
Rolf
Kanefsky immediately exposes the viewer to his tongue-in-cheek approach with There’s Nothing Out There’s opening scene. Set in a
mom-and-pop video store, a woman attempts to rent Fangoria’s Weekend of
Horrors on VHS before being attacked by an unseen monster. At the
would-be moment of death, she’s jolted awake, revealing it all to be a
dream she had - while driving. Needless to say, a car crash soon
follows. It’s silly, but it perfectly sets the winking tone.
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