I’m not a fan of Eli Roth’s 2002 debut, Cabin Fever, so I didn’t expect to walk into the remake, directed by a mysterious man known only as Travis Z., and come out having enjoyed myself. (Note: Travis Z. isn’t mysterious at all. He’s a set designer with credits on awesome stuff like Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon. His last name is also “Zariwny.” Anyways.) Wouldn’t you know it: I did not like Cabin Fever ’16. In point of fact I think I hated it more than Cabin Fever ’02, which is no small feat. That’s all I can say about that without going off on a rant. To fully expose yourself to my invective, whisk yourself away to Paste Magazine with a single click of your mouse.
A Constant Visual Feast 