Eli Roth’s projects work within a
certain framework. Young, beautiful, privileged party people, having a great
time, only to be interrupted by almost fantastically horrible life events.
Flesh-eating bacteria. Torture chambers times two. They suffer and scream. They
wind up bloody, watching their loved ones die in front of them. These same
themes are also explored within Aftershock, a film that he stars in, co-wrote
and produced. Though I would not even call it a movie, maybe an exercise; a
very tertiary level exploration of what happens when it all goes very wrong.
