Hatred (2006) – By Brian Morton

 Last month, I reviewed a movie by Anthony Spadaccini called Unstable. This movie is a pseudo-documentary about a gathering that goes wrong and ends up with two friends dead. Well, this month, I thought I’d check out the sequel, Hatred.

Hatred takes place one year later, most of the same characters return and are getting together for a birthday party. Anthony has spent the intervening year blaming himself for the disastrous camping trip that he organized. He’s been depressed and his friends are worried about him, so they force him to attend the party in an attempt to cheer him up and help him to move on. Unknown to our partiers, some people blame Anthony also and are planning a little revenge.

Hatred is shot in the same style as Unstable and, while I felt that it went on a little bit long and there were parts that didn’t seem to fit with the story that was being told (a scene where we watch the group play with a magic eight ball comes to mind), and once the audience gets the idea of what is going on, the movie takes quite a while to pay off. That being said, Hatred is a unflinching look at what might happen after such a tragedy, with plenty of blame to go around, it’s inevitable that some people will blame others while some will blame themselves and the ending of Hatred is designed to leave you wondering if the deed that we watched being planned out has actually been done or not. Writer/director Anthony Spadaccini has crafted a movie that evokes genuine emotion, you really feel the friendship between these people and Anthony’s pain is very believable. He also leaves as many questions unanswered as he answers, you’re left wondering how you would feel in this position and what you might do, being faced with this same pain, it’s a powerful piece! If you’d like to get a copy of this movie to see for yourself, head over to Fleet Street Films and get a copy for yourself, but you really should get both Hatred and Unstable together, they make a great afternoon of viewing! So, until next time, when I’ll reveal my own dilemma, whether to have the holiday Oreos or just the regular ones, remember that the best movies are bad movies.