Redneck Texas gardeners Jacob (a creepy mute portrayal by Adam Berke) and Billy Buck (broadly overplayed with hysterical eye-rolling relish by John Smihula) go to Long Island in search of work. Offended by the stuck-up smugness of their spoiled rotten yuppie clients, the deranged duo decide to embark on a vicious killing spree.
Writer/director Nathan Schiff pokes gleefully wicked fun at the greed, selfishness, and shallowness of the 80's yuppie craze while maintaining a steady pace and a blithely twisted mean-spirited tone throughout. Moreover, Schiff goes delightfully overboard with the outrageous and excessive in-your-face explicit splatter: Intestines are unraveled, a spear gets shoved where the sun doesn't shine, faces are demolished, skulls get cracked open, eyes are torn out, and so on in a lingering manner that's really something to behold. The primitive no-frills filmmaking style and eager, yet amateurish acting give this picture a pleasingly raw immediacy. Cool ironic ending, too. A satisfying slice of vintage 80's dimestore splatter trash.
Writer/director Nathan Schiff pokes gleefully wicked fun at the greed, selfishness, and shallowness of the 80's yuppie craze while maintaining a steady pace and a blithely twisted mean-spirited tone throughout. Moreover, Schiff goes delightfully overboard with the outrageous and excessive in-your-face explicit splatter: Intestines are unraveled, a spear gets shoved where the sun doesn't shine, faces are demolished, skulls get cracked open, eyes are torn out, and so on in a lingering manner that's really something to behold. The primitive no-frills filmmaking style and eager, yet amateurish acting give this picture a pleasingly raw immediacy. Cool ironic ending, too. A satisfying slice of vintage 80's dimestore splatter trash.