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Any horror movie that opens with a naked woman automatically gets notice in our books. We don't mean the statement to be sexist, but rather an observation that the film being screened will go for the R-Rated jugular a rating to which most horror films should aspire. So when Stacy Davidson's Sweatshop opened with a naked woman awakening on the ground only to be gunned down by a trigger happy police officer, our attention was grabbed.
The opening scene was hardly shocking, but it was gratuitous and the exploitive nature of the opening kill was only the salad of a 12-course meal of blood and guts that Sweatshop relishes in so unapologetically.
The setting is an abandoned steel mill where a group of punks descend in an attempt to transform the warehouse into a parlor for an evening rave. Unknowing to the drinking and sexual promiscuous party planners there is a bruiting killer disguised by a welding mask that is lurking in the corridors.
Using a hammer the size of a video game prop the killer smashes his way through the group sometimes in one quick hammer to the head swoop and other times with the taking of prisoners which are tortured in hard-to-watching excruciating manners.
The script as penned by Stacy Davidson and Ted Geoghegan is irrelevant. The characters are underwritten and disposable. And the dialogue is downright embarrassing with the film's best lines being forced or expressed out of context.
We are sure director Davidson cared not so much for the details but for the focus on the splatter and Sweatshop has gore to spare. Every single death is gruesomely bloody with each kill seemingly topping the absurdity of the last. We could not detect any CGI blood but marvelled at the practical effects that drive the film. For horror fans that consistently argue that all the fun has been extracted from modern day genre films, they can sit back and enjoy a film that had one clear focus and delivered on its premise's promise.
Most horror movies are worthy of a re-watch if the kills are earnest enough for a second glance. Sweatshop definitely delivers those goods. The lack of any true story, killing motivation or relatable characters keeps the film from ever being considered a classic. But Sweatshop will grab your attention www.killerreviews.com
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