Insightful Review of Wolf Creek + Hostel

This link, Wolf Creek + Hostel, goes to a well-written, somewhat analytical review of the new "grindhouse" horror films Wolf Creek and Hostel.

Sample paragraph:

There's no hint of existential conundrum in these pictures--and although my saying that may cause you to roll your eyes, consider that the best grindhouse films (The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, Last House on the Left, The Hills Have Eyes, Black Christmas, Deliverance, The Evil Dead, and so on) have something going on under the skin whether you care to engage it or not. What Wolf Creek and Hostel have is one already-notorious scene apiece and a lot of nothing going on in their ugly, empty little heads. They're cinema as punishment, providing no vicarious thrill; like the televised geekshow "Fear Factor", they just ask the question of how much can you take before you turn away. You watch them, you feel sorry for and superior to the filmmakers and the kids laughing for the benefit of their friends, and then you tell everyone you can that there's a difference between good, terrifying, nihilistic horror flicks and stupid exercises in braggadocio such as Wolf Creek and Hostel.

Nihilism, absurdity and existentialism were on my mind today. Recently I had been thinking about how absurd (psychotic was the word that seemed to fit the situation best at first) my divorce was. Then I remembered that the whole Universe is absurd.