Nonsensical horror movie that is some kind of sequel to a more mainstream/mundane shocker, PORKCHOP, which was as poor as PIG GIRL but did hang together somewhat as a tale of mass killing.
PIG GIRL is a strange diversion. It follows a small cadre of friends into Camp Wood, infamous killing ground of the murderer Porkchop, where their sex and beer party is interrupted by Pig Girl, a bit of tall, mentally defective pig-snorting killer who dispatches most of the cast with knife, bow and arrow, and saw. You can almost ignore the movie proper, which is so slim in design that the main story ends after around 60 minutes but is followed by an extended, excruciating bit of madness where a TV host narrating the awful story of Camp Wood berates his cameraman and acts obnoxiously, complaining incoherently in a sad improvisation.
Technical credits are shoddy. Camerawork is abysmal and at one point frames the out-of-focus chests of two actors delivering dialog while the focus is on the trees in the background. More about that later. The acting is bland, with the exception of the director, Eamon Hardiman as Jason, whose offhand delivery style and gangling appearance as one of the hapless victims is diverting. Missy Dawn, the movie's producer, plays two roles as the Pig Girl, stomping around the forest like a Cro-Magnon and as Jason's girl, Raine, who also acts mostly with her arms.
So, never mind the dumb horror movie, Director Hardiman also pads out his movie in other ways, and seems to have set out to make some kind of travelogue of West Virginia. Unlike the horror movie portion of PIG CITY, these numerous, frankly beautiful segments show a long trek on a back road, birds chirping in the halo of an oversized sun corona, birds and flowers and milkweed, and more all shot in lovingly framed shots that go on a bit too long but reveal the director's undeveloped artsy tendencies. These scenes break up the monotony of the teen killings. Perhaps Mr. Hardiman should break through the rut of having made several badly scripted horror movies and go to work for National Geographic.
PIG GIRL is a strange diversion. It follows a small cadre of friends into Camp Wood, infamous killing ground of the murderer Porkchop, where their sex and beer party is interrupted by Pig Girl, a bit of tall, mentally defective pig-snorting killer who dispatches most of the cast with knife, bow and arrow, and saw. You can almost ignore the movie proper, which is so slim in design that the main story ends after around 60 minutes but is followed by an extended, excruciating bit of madness where a TV host narrating the awful story of Camp Wood berates his cameraman and acts obnoxiously, complaining incoherently in a sad improvisation.
Technical credits are shoddy. Camerawork is abysmal and at one point frames the out-of-focus chests of two actors delivering dialog while the focus is on the trees in the background. More about that later. The acting is bland, with the exception of the director, Eamon Hardiman as Jason, whose offhand delivery style and gangling appearance as one of the hapless victims is diverting. Missy Dawn, the movie's producer, plays two roles as the Pig Girl, stomping around the forest like a Cro-Magnon and as Jason's girl, Raine, who also acts mostly with her arms.
So, never mind the dumb horror movie, Director Hardiman also pads out his movie in other ways, and seems to have set out to make some kind of travelogue of West Virginia. Unlike the horror movie portion of PIG CITY, these numerous, frankly beautiful segments show a long trek on a back road, birds chirping in the halo of an oversized sun corona, birds and flowers and milkweed, and more all shot in lovingly framed shots that go on a bit too long but reveal the director's undeveloped artsy tendencies. These scenes break up the monotony of the teen killings. Perhaps Mr. Hardiman should break through the rut of having made several badly scripted horror movies and go to work for National Geographic.
