If I had known beforehand that this was a French horror film, I probably wouldn't have watched The Pack. Oh, the French try to make horror films, but they always seem to insist upon filling them with all kinds of weird abstractions and a brooding aura of pseudo-intellectual thought. Watching one of these films usually feels like watching a 90-minute version of one of those nonsensical Calvin Klein ads from a few years ago -- except there's a lot more blood. Dialogue seems to be treated as a necessary evil to be used as little as possible. It's too bad because there are some pretty sick freaks making French horror movies. Unfortunately, even a gore fest like The Pack leaves me feeling like I'm supposed to do some kind of deconstructive analysis of the central motif for a film class, and that's a feeling that is not conducive at all with enjoyment.
We start with young Charlotte Massot (Emilie Dequenne) who's taking an extended road trip in a beat-up station wagon for no apparent reason. She wears a leather jacket and smokes, so she's probably meant to symbolize some kind of alienation from modern society or something. In any event, needing a buffer between herself and a trio of disgusting old bikers chasing her tail, she decides to pick up a hitchhiker. He eventually leads them to a disgusting little bar in the middle of some trailer park, whereupon he goes to the bathroom and never comes back. Even though she barely knows the guy, Charlotte never even thinks about leaving; no, she waits around until the middle of the night, so she can break into the bar and search for him behind a hidden door in the bathroom. Big mistake. Really big mistake. Thus begins a nightmare scenario that might be a little frightening if it weren't so darned French. What happens to this poor girl may not be exactly what you're expecting, though, which is about the only good thing I can say about the rest of the movie. I take that back - the special effects makeup was pretty good, too.
Not unexpectedly, there is virtually no character development in the film, and we're apparently just supposed to accept the most unnatural of circumstances without question. I guess I'm not supposed to wonder why so many characters make so many stupid decisions, either - and that's fine because I could hardly care less about any one of them. As with most of the French horror films I've seen, I think you'd need to be morbidly depressed in order to have the slightest chance of enjoying The Pack.