In A Violent Nature Review
The first thing to come to my mind as I began watching was this: cool, Pasolini lived because he decided to remake Friday the 13th instead of adapt the obvious book in the 70s.
The 2nd thing was this:
In the mid-to-late 90s I lived in Florida. Despite the awful memories I recalled 2 things that made them worthwhile: the music and the lush floral landscapes. They were beautiful, an inspired mixture of one tiny color after another which certainly stayed with you. They really put you in a different atmosphere to say the least. Of course pretty much everything else after the turn of the millenium was like an accidental fall into a ditch/hole you assumed was a quarter as deep, under the trust of only your peripheral vision, once you took that fall. Since then I thought they were gone for an indefinite amount of time if not that they were never coming back. I certainly didn't expect horror, one of its main culprits, to do anything other than take them away from me.
In a Violent Nature, with Canada's all encompassing manner of reviving mother Earth's voluptuous side that recalled Florida's look well enough, proved me wrong if nothing else.