Conceived and co-produced by Bloody-disgusting.com’s Brad Miska, V/H/S unites horror movie formats past (the anthology) and ever-present (found-footage), yet fails to fulfil its grisly potential. While the wraparound tales are rarely a highlight of such horror anthologies, Adam Wingard’s puerile and boring effort is particularly tiresome, while Ti West – director of the superb The Innkeepers and The House of the Devil, and therefore perhaps the contributor with the most genre pedigree – disappoints with a pedestrian stalk-and-slice trifle.
Throughout, the found footage conceit is overplayed, fostering a
moribund monotony on what might have otherwise been a diverse omnibus,
but it’s not all such a slog. Just about making it worthwhile are Joe
Swanberg’s enjoyably daft offering, which delivers V/H/S’s most
effective stingers despite its canny absurdity; and an intense finale
from the Radio Silence collective, which side-lines story for an all-out
assault on the nerves. But these late entries can’t salvage an
otherwise stale collection that quickly outstays its welcome.