Suffice to say, it isn't going to grace anyone's Top Ten Horror list, but it also isn't the worst DTV flick I've seen recently. For every potential scare, it administers little more than a mild jolt. For every intriguing mystery, it delivers a thin revelation. For every quiet reflection, it offers an obvious answer. While it doesn't strike out as readily as other low-budget drivel I've had the displeasure of inviting into my home, it fails to rise above the prevailing muck of its low-rent genre. Alas, 100 Feet is not one of those films. Above all, I love you for your many, many misfires, mistakes, and missteps, all of which make that rare gem, that elusive diamond in the proverbial rough, that much more satisfying. In spite of your shaky scripts and rampant plot holes, you make me appreciate sharp screenwriting and nuanced direction that much more. Despite your pervasive sugarcane gore, shoddy effects, and mediocre performances, you continue to press on, filling my Netflix queue with promising films I know next to nothing about. Oh direct-to-video horror, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Reviewed by Kenneth Brown, January 16, 2010 It's not terrifying, but it isn't terrible either.
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