If "The Long Island Cannibal Massacre" and particularly "Weasels Rip my Flesh" taught me only one thing, it is that you need to be in a specific sort of condition in order to truly enjoy the movies of Nathan Schiff. Clinically dead, for example, or lobotomized.
Just as its predecessors, "They don't cut the grass anymore" is a sickening and repulsive amateur splatter-movie full of misogyny and vile intentions. In fact, if the gore effects weren't so weak and pathetic, this could easily be the most disturbing horror movie in history. So far, nothing remarkable. What really amazes me, though, is that writer/director Nathan Schiff and his buddies are still incompetent and terrible at making films even though it's already their third attempt. I mean, even the dumbest and most primitive living organisms evolve and become better at what they do. This theory clearly doesn't apply to Mr. Schiff, as his third full-length film is still as lousy and inept (possibly even lousier and more inept) as the previous two. You can literally feel your brain cells dying off while watching "They don't cut the grass anymore".
Thinking up awesome and juicy titles is pretty much the only thing Nathan Schiff excels at. This is the heartbreaking tale of two hideous rednecks from Texas, Billy-Buck and Jacob, making a living as home gardeners in the state of New York. They detest rich people, and women altogether, so they go on a random killing spree. They peel off girls' faces to the skull, rip out intestines, impale their victims in the rear, blast shotgun holes in crotches, and so on, and so on... There's nothing else happening, honestly. Even though only 70 minutes long, it's a really dull experience.
Just as its predecessors, "They don't cut the grass anymore" is a sickening and repulsive amateur splatter-movie full of misogyny and vile intentions. In fact, if the gore effects weren't so weak and pathetic, this could easily be the most disturbing horror movie in history. So far, nothing remarkable. What really amazes me, though, is that writer/director Nathan Schiff and his buddies are still incompetent and terrible at making films even though it's already their third attempt. I mean, even the dumbest and most primitive living organisms evolve and become better at what they do. This theory clearly doesn't apply to Mr. Schiff, as his third full-length film is still as lousy and inept (possibly even lousier and more inept) as the previous two. You can literally feel your brain cells dying off while watching "They don't cut the grass anymore".
Thinking up awesome and juicy titles is pretty much the only thing Nathan Schiff excels at. This is the heartbreaking tale of two hideous rednecks from Texas, Billy-Buck and Jacob, making a living as home gardeners in the state of New York. They detest rich people, and women altogether, so they go on a random killing spree. They peel off girls' faces to the skull, rip out intestines, impale their victims in the rear, blast shotgun holes in crotches, and so on, and so on... There's nothing else happening, honestly. Even though only 70 minutes long, it's a really dull experience.