Sad Gerdy and the kingdom of slaughter. Marcus Koch, or Koch, as you prefer, from childhood was obsessed with horrors, and naturally at a more mature age found himself in the field of making special effects. Marcus is a very special guy, although what a guy, he is over forty now, and all his vision he projects within the framework of cinematic punk. Hooligan, dirty, and with a maximum sweep on the part of gore fx. Marcus loves his job very much and approaches it very selflessly. In addition to his creative work, Marcus suddenly has a number of films of his own. And that goes without saying. One of them loomed at me with different periodicity, talking about the image of a fat clown with an axe.
One hundred tears fell into a long box, and before that I had only seen the trailer, and recently, studying Marcus’s Instagram, I found that this very film about a maniac clown was made by Mr. Koch. Having had experience with various gore-kreator's, I basically understood what was waiting for me. Olaf Ittenbach, Brian Pollin, Giulio DeSanti, Vito Tarabuco, all of them sacredly revere the horror genre by shooting disposable crafts rather for themselves and in homage to the genre, without thinking about high-quality visuals, and simply exploiting the genre for the sake of their imagination.
So what did the homegrown wizard have in store for us? The story of a clown named Gerdy is not just a clown, but a kind of head-driving opera giant with a giant axe at the top. Gerdy is engaged in what enthusiastically extinguishes various unflattering citizens. Fortunately, the choice almost always falls on people of the third class: drug addicts or drunken students. Already from the first minutes, a good-natured big man in makeup multiplies eight people by zero, while here, the merit of Koch with his gore addiction, rags, chopped limbs, rivers of blood, and self-mutilation replace each other occupying all space. Marcus Koch, like Marcus Koch. The marginal shade of what is happening is striking, there is not a single positive character in the film, and all the locations are either dirty trailers or apartments not of the first freshness. According to good old tradition, and in order to save money, Koch shot, apparently, from friends, which seems to hint at the peculiarities of the director’s circle of friends. Well, in principle, and fine, Marcus diligently discharged his Gerdy, but the plot is sagging. It remains only to watch as a silent clown in the company of a friend kills people, washing dirty locations with seas of fake blood.
Obviously, Marcus Koch wanted to have in his track record author clown killer who can be put on a par with Jason Voorhees or Michael Myers, one problem, Marcus Koch is good as the author of makeup and effects, he is a talented sculptor, but absolutely no in terms of realizing himself as a director. Too hard playing on the blood and artificial innards, he completely does not follow the plot of his own movie, and does not interest him especially such a beast as 'suspence', the genre is not the same, and Koch’s path is proven, more scarlet and grotesque, the benefit of an admirer for this kind of b-movie is always there.