If some teenage Avatar-obsessed Hollywood lover asks me, whats the big deal? why do you watch that B-grade trash? You know Roger Ebert would never approve. After laughing in their face, I would let them borrow something like Basket Case, or Blood Freak, maybe even an old John Water's flick. If they were really hard to please. I would throw something like Criminally Insane at them. That might cure their Matrix fever. The point being, if I aimed at turning someone on to the splendor of B-cinema, Weasels Rip My Flesh would not enter my mind for a single second. Only as a mean-spirited prank on a fellow fan of the genre would I unleash this embarrassment. This one just about ruins it for me, it makes me want to go watch the entire Lord of the Rings Trilogy in HD. Nathan Schiff and his brand of unintentional spoofs of Z-grade cinema just defeats the purpose of it all. Why don't we all just stop buying movies, we can simply make them ourselves. Apparently anyone can. Movies like this are intended to earn grades, not money, or stars, in this case. Weasels Rip my Flesh is not B-grade, nor is it Z-grade. This home video is not apart of the B-Horror genre I hold so dear. I will never accept the weasels. It's a student film, period. Somehow, Schiff's second student film, Long Island Cannibal Massacre is even worse, mainly because it's longer. As for that other one about not cutting the grass, well, I wouldn't know, what am I, a masochist? As for the one about the weasel's... F.
Review of Weasels Rip My Flesh
