Sure the movie is lensed competently, it’s the writing and general flow of the story that makes no sense at times. Bowden’s character freaks out while driving past the cemetery — holding the superstitious breathing in story to be fully true. Yet later she has no issue messing about in an abandoned insane asylum playing with an electric chair where people have clearly been put to death. Which brings us to the detour of the insane asylum, which serves as a momentary escape from the actual film. These kids are running around the asylum, which I guess should be scary to us (I’m still not sure about the intent here), but the serial killer possessed kid stays behind to dick around by the car. So there’s nothing in the asylum to get anyone. Naturally there’s a sex scene, because everyone gets horny around old, dirty and rusty medical equipment. I mean c’mon, we’d all screw on the table in the morgue right? And the extremely cheesy 80’s style music did nothing to help the moment.
I could go on and on about how this flick beats around the bush, but it gets even stranger when it jumps back on track. Hold Your Breath can’t decide if it wants to exist in the 80’s or 2010’s, let alone if it wants to be a comedy or a horror flick. When all these collide it results in instances of hilarity, boredom and stupidity. With characters changing their stances in every new situation, nothing can be guessed by the audience, and everything feels made-up on the spot. Hold Your Breath is unfortunately far from the best The Asylum is producing, but I hope not the last time they branch out into a theatrical release.
Director: Jared Cohn
Stars: Katrina Bowden, Randy Wayne, Erin Marie Hogan