Apparently, the seed of THE VICTIM was planted during a conversation between star Michael Biehn and director Robert Rodriguez while they were making PLANET TERROR; the latter advised the former just how easy it would be to make his own, homemade-style, grindhouse-type movie on a budget out in the woods. So here we have it, THE VICTIM, a wannabe-throwback to the 1970s exploitation films of old, shot out in the woods on the cheap, written by, directed, and starring Biehn.
Sadly, the film turns out to be a right dud; it quickly transpires that Biehn is a much better actor than he is a writer or director, and the movie as a whole suffers from a scant script and a real lack of storyline and originality. There are only five characters in this slow, barely-anything-going-on movie, a mix of redneck weirdos, hookers, and drug-addled cops.
Inevitably the expected - and extensive - sex scenes are present, alongside a little nudity and gore to appease male viewers. Unfortunately the storyline just isn't complex enough to sustain the brief running time, so Biehn unwisely pads his movie out with endless flashback scenes involving a couple of the female characters which add absolutely nothing to the plot. They seem merely an excuse to show off Scream Queen Danielle Harris (CYRUS: MIND OF A SERIAL KILLER) in a parade of skimpy underclothes. The acting is generally sub-standard, aside from Biehn himself, who puts in a typically charismatic performance; a shame the rest of this amateurish movie doesn't match.
Sadly, the film turns out to be a right dud; it quickly transpires that Biehn is a much better actor than he is a writer or director, and the movie as a whole suffers from a scant script and a real lack of storyline and originality. There are only five characters in this slow, barely-anything-going-on movie, a mix of redneck weirdos, hookers, and drug-addled cops.
Inevitably the expected - and extensive - sex scenes are present, alongside a little nudity and gore to appease male viewers. Unfortunately the storyline just isn't complex enough to sustain the brief running time, so Biehn unwisely pads his movie out with endless flashback scenes involving a couple of the female characters which add absolutely nothing to the plot. They seem merely an excuse to show off Scream Queen Danielle Harris (CYRUS: MIND OF A SERIAL KILLER) in a parade of skimpy underclothes. The acting is generally sub-standard, aside from Biehn himself, who puts in a typically charismatic performance; a shame the rest of this amateurish movie doesn't match.