Demon jeans mascot We all love jeans. The universal item of the wardrobe unites the widest layers of society, pursuing a single goal: convenience and conciseness. And to find (with a characteristic aspiration in the voice) Those who would perfectly emphasize the figure with all its whims, it can be very difficult to find. How wonderful, after all, that the Canadian Cotton Clothiers is about to revolutionize the world of not very high fashion: unique self-fitting jeans that will suit any type of figure. They don’t need a grid, just your body. A juicy, blood-saturated body. . .
Vicious inanimate objects are a very favorite theme of horror creators. The times when such a movie caused a heated debate about the appropriateness of its existence are long gone. Dolls, tomatoes, tires, condoms, chairs – wherever you are, you are surrounded by objects that can kill a person. And if you think that something is not possible to take away life, and maximum to bruise, then you are simply not creative enough. But the duet of Elsa Kephart and Patricia Gomez does not suffer from such a problem, fortunately. Or unfortunately. Depending on which side you are on: the miniature main character, aggressive denim or common sense.
Charming Libby sincerely wants to touch the world of fashion, and in her eyes the flame of idealism burns, and therefore she gets a job in a famous clothing store. But the flames are quickly extinguished by the undisguised indifference and irritation of newly-minted colleagues who have learned the pain of monthly sales plans, including a nervous manager, a ready mother to strangle her native for the sake of a promotion, a coach who shirks from performing errands, who does not want to hear about an annoying new woman, as well as an ordinary employee of Indian origin who has comprehended Zen (pardon me for the pun) and who does not notice the strange behavior of clothes. And there is also a night shift, in which the founder of the brand himself will appear and shrill celebrities for the PR of the novelty. The store is closed on lockdown, and Libby enters into an unequal struggle with possessed pants and more figuratively obsessed staff.
Slaxx does not hide its anti-consumerist message and successfully demonstrates how far the greed of manufacturers and distributors can go, who first use child labor in third world countries, and then puts labels under the applause of the awakened public, assuring them of the absolute organic origin of their products, and eats the wool of its employees working for an hourly rate corporate ethics. For the time being, this satire is perceived well by the efforts of successfully selected actors and interesting practical effects, giving the viewer the brightest scene of the film, in which furious jeans, hearing native Bollywood motifs from the headphones of the employee, literally start dancing, forgetting about revenge on humanity.
But all good comes to an end, and it comes when Kephart, juggling comedy, bloody thrashing, and an accusatory agenda, drops his ingredients, lubricating the third act and depriving the pleasures of those who have hoped for carefree, frivolous insanity. Even if the viewer is on the side of carnivorous jeans, he still does not like to be deprived of a glimmer of hope, even if this is (suddenly) true of a vengeful denim who has his own powerful motives for committing Canadian multicultural genocide. And if the bitter aftertaste of launching the end credits was originally conceived, and no mistake happened, it still feels like a treacherous blow to the guts, which the audience of comedy horrors does not deserve.