Savage

Savage

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  • Paperback | 304 pages
  • 120 x 180mm
  • Random House Children's Publishers UK
  • Corgi Childrens
  • London, United Kingdom
  • 0552118117
  • 9780552118118

Review Text

A supernatural monster from the jungle attacks the residents of a posh hotel - in a bloody, often hilariously corny, Saturday-matinee-horror-flick scenario. It's the grand opening of the El Dorado Hotel in the Latin American dictatorship of Panaguas, but because of anti-government terrorism only a few guests have shown up: chic newsmagazine photographer Chris Latham; suicidal travel-magazine writer Alan Reynolds; crass film-producer Irv and his starlet-concubine Dawn (they've come to beg funding from the Panaguas rulers); occult writer Margot Hampton (hungry for fresh voodoo-ish material); an enigmatic old creep named Curzon; and has-been rock star Scott Hershey. Heavy foreshadowings surround their arrival at the hotel, of course (shrunken heads, etc.), with mysterious appearances by rebel leader Vargas (who's disguised as a walter and saves Chris from drowning) and by a woman anthropologist - who, after telling Chris that an entire jungle tribe was wiped out to clear the way for this hotel, is the first to die a bloody death. And soon after the arrival of the dictator's minions (Vargas forces Chris into spying on them) the body count escalates: an indescribable creature/presence with a machete whooshes around decapitating people - primarily those who've been indulging in kinky sex of one brand or another. Finally, the survivors wait for a plane to whisk them to safety, but it leaves without them; and there's a gore-a-thon showdown with dancing shrunken heads, the machete-monster, and the woman anthropologist (who's really alive and psychotically inciting the vengeance of the massacred jungle tribe). In the opening chapters, Boorstin displays a knack for snappy dialogue, even a trace of satirical edge. Ultimately, however, all collapses into repartee worthy of Attack of the Killer Tomatoes ("Was it. . . human?"/ "It was. . . enormous") and boogeyman-campfire narration ("The monster has come!"). So: more laughs (unintentional) than chills - and not quite enough of either to sustain the long, talky, gross goings-on. (Kirkus Reviews)show more

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