Don't look for your Cropsy. I came across this film under very ordinary circumstances and thought that I was in front of another sample of low-grade amateur slasher about a trembling camera and stupid teenagers sliding through the forest. Such works interest me first of all, to once again see how low the level of the genre has fallen and what are its prospects in the near future to slide even lower. But it turned out to be quite different, from the film I was completely delighted.
In fact, it is not surprising that such a non-trivial film did not catch the attention of the Russian audience, while the Western maliciously bypasses it, lowering the scores to zero. Having watched this, without irony, modern shideurd, I decided to write about what and to whom its creators wanted to convey.
Historically, in our large multinational country, Russia, there are many other problems more vital than the issue of oppression of various social minorities. While in our country these minorities are working hand in hand with the majority to move the conveyor of survival, in the West things are different. This is what this story will be about, shot to show how base and stupid undertakings are, trying to appear noble and sublime from the outside.
A group of young people dressed in the masks of a well-known anarchist fem collective position themselves online as liberators of the world from tyranny and all kinds of oppression. From the very beginning, they are portrayed as rather immoral personalities, leading a very loose, bordering on a criminal lifestyle. Here, I am not surprised that a few leftists who watched the film took it as a personal insult and left the theater, waving a pink comb for goodbye.
More and more. Our “Team-A” among the four activists goes into the woods in search of a creepy plot about a non-existent maniac-kidnapper Cropsy, enthusiastically wondering who will get this unflattering role – an innocent rural reclusive or a local forester. Filming all their adventures on camera, and any, even very strange finds, presenting in their videos as evidence that a maniac satanist is operating in the forest, the activists, as they say, step on their own rake.
As far as the technical and organizational aspects are concerned, the acting was very interesting to me. The main character, Pink Fury, very realistically acts out her unhealthy madness. The most appropriate character - the boyfriend of the second activist, Larry, who fell on this coven for company - causes sincere pity and sympathy. There is irony throughout the film, and the videos shot by the characters, with cheaply screaming headlines and incoherent logical conclusions, are an obvious parody of the manner of presentation of video material by some leftist activists.
At the end, the work acquires a characteristic taste of the reference thrash-movie, with the atmosphere of which the creators coped, if not wonderfully, then at least not bad for such an unpopular and rejected by all the film. Their efforts can be separately rewarded at least for what is obvious - the film was shot as a "trigger" for a wide target audience, in other words - as a "beating boy", the investment in it at least some strength can already be doubled.
As a result of watching, I was satisfied that against the background of the general decline of the genre of thrash horror, there are actors and directors who do not mind catching the oncoming wave and going against the system, exposing the negative features of modern society in an ironic and grotesque form. Fans of the film “Green hell” Eli Roth this work is especially recommended. I’m not going to make an assessment, because my opinion in this case is purely subjective.