Bloody Fools Village A group of troubled teenagers are sent to forced community-educational work in the tiny and seedy village of Mortlake, in Yorkshire, the only forms of leisure in which the zealous veneration of traditions and endless alcoholism in a local colorful pub have become the only forms of leisure. Problems for urban residents with a bad reputation appeared very, very soon.
The horror film “Degenerates”, shot in 2011 by the British independent director and screenwriter of wildly low-budget horrors Alex Chandon, known in narrow, marginal and semi-marginal circles, can not be called either original or outstanding, because “Degenerates” are an example of the most typical thrash, and thrash, as you know, belongs to the category of the horror genre where grotesque violence and exaggeration in everything are fundamental features, only not every blue-faced camera can operate with them when creating its own experiences in a small movie. In fact, the plot of the film tries to play to many, much more spectacular and memorable samples of the genre, the horror self-ironically offended at the time: from the “Trilogy of Blood and Ice Cream” by Edgar Wright to the early reckless paintings of Peter Jackson (particularly noticeable influence of “Bad Taste / Alien Stew”) and even “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” by Hooper, at the output representing a symbiotic combination of hixploita-muviers, slachers, intentionally, black and many others. In particular, this horse "but" refers to the too simple plot of the film, the only trouble is that he is naively secondary and too oversaturated with sinophile games with the fact that "Degenerates" not far from "Two Thousand Maniacs" by Herschel Gordon Lewis, and from his remake "2001 Maniac" mid-zero with the only difference that Chandon made the primary emphasis only on blood and meat, not supporting it with a sufficient and worthy number of non-Silicon films and even a small number of victims in the village. Hegel choked, Deleuze and did not recover.
In “Degenerates” there is no genre balance as such, and the plot is drowned in simple evidence almost from its very beginning. Of course, “Degenerates” is a very predictable and almost devoid of sharp plot maneuvers of the movie, in which all characters without exception act according to strictly specified schemes of the genre and do not cause pity at all, there is no dramaturgy, and the massacre does not frame the narrative, but suppresses. Chandon, the author of the famous “Cradle of Nightmares”, sets in the “Degenerates” the usual style and temporism of the narrative, scoring on the logic of the aspen stake and focusing on the feast of dispassionate cruelty, because the modern viewer is mainly cruel and bloodthirsty to the point of horror, and Alex Chandon at the request of the public actively exploits scenes of violence and all sorts of impressive reprisals, shot by the operator Ollie Downey with a little pleasure, but with a lack of realism as such, because it is very difficult to take seriously this thrash creation, although it does not cause malignity in view of the film, and completeness of the film, and the film, but also does not cause the s of the film, and the s of the film, in view of the s of the film, and the film, and the s of the baldor, in view of the film, and the balding of the balding of the s. This is an exceptional meat, but only meat. No morals, and no sense at all. The spectacle is not even a bonus.