I was pretty inebriated when I watched the end of Pathology (2008) last night. I had not been for the first two-thirds of the film, which I had quite enjoyed, but around the time that Alyssa Milano was moving in with the main character, I was fighting to hold on to coherency. It may not all have been my fault, it seemed to get a bit rushed and drift even further away from believability, but even so, when the film reached the final scene, and the credits began to roll, I was distressed and confused. Did that ending really just happen? It was so sudden and wildly sadistic. Yet, it was also kind of immature. I wasn’t sure if it was just the booze causing me to become hazy and susceptible, but I found myself extremely disturbed. The slick, graphic horror film had done its job, the story had clearly gotten under my skin. I determined the blame was owed to the writer-producers, Mark Neveldine and Brian Taylor.
