A little distinguishes this tape from other films in the work of director-screenwriter Brett Piper her primary serious approach to shooting. Only a couple of times the author will condescend to jokes, and otherwise will try to shoot a tense thriller about a bacteriological experiment out of control. Fans of American thrash should immediately understand the almost invariable specifics of the director, so again the screen is full of primitive and gaggy special effects provided in the form of resourceful ingenuity to create ridiculous monsters from plasticine and other improvised means, which have become the prerogative of the most notorious modern fantasists of independent amateur creeps.
Just the current main monster turned out to be quite entertaining, and the framework of the script is also curious. Before us is a group of paintball players wandering into a lonely forest mansion, where a biological test is carried out, resulting in the appearance of a dangerous formless organic mass growing as if by yeast. The conflict is exacerbated by the presence of encirclement from the military, not allowing to leave the home, where the hotbed of the alleged epidemic is raging. Inside, it is more expensive to linger, and outside there is fire to kill. Decorations from an empty house full of rubbish, autumn faded forest, the danger of catching something strange, the fear of civil and harsh military measures are good components for a thriller. The very culprit of the celebration, of course, is equally ridiculous, like a clot of jelly bubbling with shampoo, and at the same time repulsive, ideologically represented by voracious green slurry, shooting with tenacious processes. Time-lapse footage animates the movement of a creature on the screen, which is played by unknown actors whose characters scratch each other. Perhaps, at times, the production lacks a pinch of comic thrash, which sometimes saved the author’s works, making them stupid, but cheerful. On the other hand, even excluding a rare satire on representatives of militarism, the film has a series of scripted follies and blunders, supported by the mentioned anecdotal look of a drop-like monster, making what is happening difficult to call boring. Of course, if you accept low-budget genre tapes from restless enthusiasts.
Consequently, the picture should be demanded that is characteristic of the director, who has long made his signature style of naivety in action horrors and fiction in the archaic visual effects of ridiculous props. Some will pass by, others on the contrary will replenish the collection of “bimovish” independent tapes, curious to look at another brainchild of a specialist in plasticine funny monsters, in spite of the passage of time and computer capabilities.
4 out of 10