Before us is the first part, silently shot the duplet of a thrash-dilogy about a crazy nerd. The film is not accidentally unknown even in the narrow circles of fans of desperate amateurism, as it can not boast of at least the minimum merits of independent horror films created by a group of enthusiasts on the weekend, after the usual work days. According to this scheme of combining normal work and movie hobbies shot many, but not everyone is given to reach purely their tiny fingernails, but sincerely responsive audience in a cozy cut of an action-packed penny direction next to the names of fantasists Doler, Piper, Lamberson, Henenlotter and others.
The fact is that there is not enough tape of recognizable faces from b-movie, there is no clear work of the illuminator, flirting with prophesy almost at zero, and most importantly - it is shamelessly boring. There is no spark of eccentricity in it, the sweet naivety that a lack of budget should help. The scant appeal comes from the plot trying to squeeze out a laugh in an unfunny production. Without cunningly thinking, a couple of authors gives a story about the everyday life of an overgrown botanist, leading to a bloody horror story. Purely nominally, the initial vicissitudes create a plume of curiosity, where our hero (the anti-hero?) orders a course from a charlatan from the TV to acquire “coolness” to finally hit a co-worker in the office; begins to clumsily perform “cool” instructions with various seductive winks; visits a hairdresser, making himself the “cool” hairstyle ... And it would all sound, if it was the image of a comic loser-nerd, and not the inhibited silent madman, alas, as it turned out. Add to this the lack of dynamics and get a protracted amateur activity in front of the camera lens.
Thanks to such a viewer involuntarily waits for only one thing, so that the dull obscurity will turn into the promised crazy thrash about a grotesque killer. Oh, unfortunately, our botanist will accumulate anger at others for too long that they do not take him seriously or bully him, which is why the horror begins after the first hour. And only it will mark itself, as it becomes clear that even unpretentious unpretentious gore we will not meet. It turns out, and it requires author's talent, generously splashing ketchup into the screen under the cut mannequins. A weak sham rarely figures in the apogee, where much is given to the blackouts of the frame and close-ups of a laughing madman.
In general, the final result does not hold up to a sample of black humor, cut-cromsay slasher, at least a cheap horror movie with nudity, and you understand that sometimes the unsinkable studio Troma, commendably supporting free enthusiasts, produces under its auspices frankly weak paintings even for self-made thrash, which is for someone the subject of collecting. However, if you reduce the timing to a short format, the tape would look a little better, only this is my personal fantasy, and the fact remains a fact.
2 out of 10