Gun Fights, Car Chases, Proper Action and Shit: Hot Fuzz (2007)

Hot Fuzz (United Kingdom, 2007) (AKA "Blue Fury", "Raging Fuzz")

Rating: ****1/2

Starring: Simon Pegg, Nick Frost, Martin Freeman

Dial 911 and get ready to say Here Comes The Fuzz!

Police Constable Nicholas Angel: born and schooled in London, graduated Canterbury University in 1993 with a double first in Politics and Sociology. Attended Hendon College of Police Training. Displayed great aptitude in field exercises, notably Urban Pacification and Riot Control. Academically excelled in theoretical course work and final year examinations. Received a Baton of Honour, graduated with distinction into the Metropolitan Police Service and quickly established an effectiveness and popularity within the community. Proceeded to improve skill base with courses in advanced driving... and advanced cycling. He became heavily involved in a number of extra-vocational activities and to this day, he holds the Met record for the hundred metre dash. In 2001, he began active duty with the renowned SO19 Armed Response Unit and received a Bravery Award for efforts in the resolution of Operation Crackdown. In the last twelve months, he has received nine special commendations, achieved highest arrest record for any officer in the Met and sustained three injuries in the line of duty, most recently in December when wounded by a man dressed as Father Christmas.

Long story short: he's effin GOOD.

Or maybe too good; some time after said Father Christmas stuck a switchblade through his palm, Nicholas is called into office to find out not only is he promoted to Sergeant, but he's also being transferred to the small and sleepy town of Sandford for reasons that he simply makes everybody else look bad in comparison. With the entire station seemingly rooting for him to move out, Nicholas has no choice but to begrudgingly comply.

Upon the first night around town, he shows his iron will to uphold the law on anybody that breaks it by shoving four underage drinkers and an overweight simpleton named Danny to the town's station, much to the distaste of the locals. Things isn't going any better for Nicholas at this point when Danny turns out to be a cop and is going to be his partner.

While trying to get used to the idea of showing up in demonstration classes for gun safety, herding lost swans, and attending terribly acted stage productions of Romeo and Juliet (with the only well acted part being the kiss), Nicholas didn't expect a sudden turn to this predicament: the night after said Romeo and Juliet play had its run, two of its main actors were savagely decapitated by an individual in a hood and cloak. The bodies are later set up in the middle of a road, made to look like as if the two had a driving accident. Almost everybody easily dismissed this as such. Almost Everybody.

Believing there's more behind the incident than a mere freak death, Nicholas Angel begins to suspect a possible serial killing when more of these accidents start popping up here and there, soon having no other choice but to trust and team up with his witless yet enthusiastic partner to stop the culprit in time before more bodies turn up decimated and mutilated.

Yeah, I'm positive this isn't a slasher film in the strictest sense but more or less a hybrid of sorts; for those who haven't seen this magnificent outing from two of my most favored comedians, Hot Fuzz (2007) is the second film of director Edgar Wright's Cornetto Trilogy, beginning with 2005's Rom-Com-Zom Shaun of The Dead and ending with 2013's scifi opus The World's End, each film starring comedians Simon Pegg and Nick Frost as buddies in a comedic parody of a particular movie sub-genre (zombies at Shaun, aliens in End), with a flavored Cornetto cone linking each entry. In Fuzz, it parodies actions flicks, particularly cop movies such as Lethal Weapon and Bad Boys II, with a bit of Italian giallo thrown into the melting pot as suggested with its murder-mystery angle and its black garbed killer.

As one would expect from a parody comedy, double takes, bad puns and tons of visual gags are ever present in this movie but the noteworthy take in this is that the entire movie itself never resembles a parody. The plot is solid and original enough despite the number of influences, thanks to a well handled direction, pacing, timing and acting that guarantee more hits than misses with its jokes. (Remember how the dead pan attitude-meets-cartoonishly outrageous scenario of the Naked Gun series sat well enough to keep the films entertaining? Everybody in this movie nailed it!) So despite the near two hour running time, let it not fool you as once you get into the zone, the film'll move fluidly and keep you entertain with enough gags, character developments and thrills til' the heavily edited closing scene that's so awesome the editor's head exploded! As suggested in the DVD pop-ups! You gotta love pop-ups! 

So what's in it for us bodycounters? Well, as I will repeat, this isn't your classic slasher film set-up but, comparing this to the duo's previous horror-comedy, the gore here is awfully chunkier and brighter in red. Without spoiling much of the fun, the build-up to these murders are superb and some of the aftermaths will leave you gawking in awe, hyped up for the action scenes to follow, or chuckling at the odd funnies the characters will spat at the moment. If I could compare the story's flow with others, I would say the latter bit of the movie reminds me of the tone direction of the Stallone-starring Cobra (1986), an action-slasher hybrid that started off bodycounting helpless victims before switching to a more high-octane shootout/ brawl-out finale. If you love a good gun fight with your gory murder mysteries then the Fuzz is your haven!

Gun Fights, Car Chases, Proper Action and Shit are wholesomely promised and granted here in Hot Fuzz (2007), so may you be an individual of wide taste or a curious horror fanatic, make no mistake of missing out on this film. I would go as far as calling this the most entertaining ( if not the best) of Wright, Frost and Pegg's Cornetto Trilogy, though I worship each film individually but nonetheless, there's plenty of good reasons why many are labeling this as one of the best action flicks to ever existed. Ever!

Bodycount:
1 male and 1 female decafinated with an axe
1 male incinerated in house explosion
1 male had his head crushed through by a falling church steeple
1 female stabbed through the throat with a pair of garden shears
1 female skeleton found
1 male skeleton found
1 boy skeleton found
1 dog skeleton found
4 boys found murdered
1 elderly male found with head wound
1 male found with throat cut
1 male skeleton found
1 male living statue found dead
1 male decimated by an exploding sea mine
Total: 18

At least, I think he's dead...

A Family that Fails Together: Blood Ranch (2006)

Blood Ranch (2006)

Rating: 1/2

Starring: Jim Fitzpatrick, Dayton Knoll, Scott L. Schwartz

Wow, where do I even begin?

Ever wondered what it would be like if Rob Zombie never had the directorial prowess to create the cult classic House of 1000 Corpses (2003)? Like what if he's just some wannabe horror fan living off the mediocre pay he gets from working at a local mom and pop store and then decided to finally do it one day and shoot a horror film with a bunch of friends, with literally no idea how to do one in the first place? Well, look no further (like, really don't!) Blood Ranch (2006) will show you exactly how House of 1000 Corpses was as a vile DIY "film".

A group of friends and a hitchhiker they picked up were headed to the Burning Man festival when they nearly ran over a bloodily beaten girl whilst taking a shortcut. Deciding to help her out, they let her in and inevitably mark themselves as targets to whoever did this to her, which is made more than obvious when a black van tries to run them off the road. Now with their car broken, half of these kids venture to a nearby ranch to find help, only to quickly learn that everybody living there is a lunatic. Cue in the other half of the group coming in to save their friends who may or may not have fallen prey to an army of Sawyer/Firefly clan rejects, some random people being killed by other random people, and something about raping someone for the sake of the clan.

As wild and sinister as it sounds, this is as exciting as it could get; as a movie, Blood Ranch (2006) suffers from having too many characters to the point we really have no idea what to do with them. While it seems to have some primary characters that the movie focuses on, they're dull and cheesily ripped off from other horror generics, painfully done away with some equally cheesy acting that isn't even "bad-is-good" funny. There's nothing imaginative or new in this, just maniacs being maniacs, killing off people they imprisoned in their ranch and most of these aren't even our star teenagers! In fact, I can count by finger all those who was killed off from the main group and the monumental bodycount was just boosted up by dead/murdered guys who were simply there just for the sake of being there.

This is hardly a movie for any known sense, may it be a slasher, a thriller, a torture porn or even an expressive art! No, this is just a film that exists cuz the director tried too hard to impress, shock and/or upset us, but forgets everything else that matters in an entertaining garbage that is a horror movie. Oh yeah, I'm upset alright! Upset that this shit even existed! But, as strange as it will always be, things like this always find a way to get someone into appreciating it but I'm dang sure those who will are just going through a phase. (I remember loving The Fear: Resurrection (1999) or Pinocchio's Revenge (1996) as a kid, only to find out how disappointingly bad they were as I re-watch them as an adult)

With no redeemable factors, may it be the production, the acting, the gore, the scare, the kill variations, and, well, everything about this actually, Blood Ranch (2006) is a movie best buried in storage along with other unsold/ least rentable/ discount bin worthy titles out there. Sometimes you just have to wonder who would even fund this?!

Bodycount:
1 male corpse found
1 male found knifed on the back
1 female gets a throat cut with a knife
2 males beaten to death
1 female had an arm cut off with a chainsaw, murdered
1 male dismembered with a chainsaw
1 male gets a broken neck
1 male knifed on the back
1 male shot on the face
1 female found murdered
1 male shot on the back
1 male stabbed on the gut with a machete
Total: 13

To Mock a Killing Bird: Shadows of The Mind (1980)

Shadows of the Mind (1980) (AKA "A Heritage of Blood")
Rating: **1/2
Starring:  Marion Joyce, Erik Rolfe, G.E. Barrymore

As a child, Elise witnessed her father and stepmother drown while boating at a nearby lake. Feeling guilty that she couldn't save them from their fate, she's been institutionalized since until twelve years later, when her doctor decided she's ready to return to the outside world. Alone and unsure of her own recovery, Elise settles back to her old family estate and not too long, her estranged stepbrother stops by to check up on her, somewhat resulting to a string of various murders.

Coming from Roger Watkins, the same man who sat on the director's chair of Last House on Dead End Street (1973) (Though using the pen name Bernard Travis here to hide himself from his own shame), Shadows is a rare, out-of-print whodunit that suffered through a lot of unsatisfying production, so much so that Watkins once tried making a flick showing the stress he endured for this film. True enough, for a movie with a short running time (75 minutes), it took 40 long, terribly acted and oddly edited minutes before the ball got rolling, leading to a fiery yet predictable twist ending that you may or may not have seen coming. (Depends on how well you know this sub-genre)

To be fair, least on my own experience, it isn't all that bad; while the pacing's a problem, the latter half of the film sits more fairly with me. Perhaps I was patient at the time and the odd acting didn't bother me much, plus the gothic take on the bodycounting is an added treat. It's atmospheric for most of the time and the murders come off brutal even though they're low in count. By the time the big reveal gets shown, it has this cheesy look to it that is simply okay.

I'm not gonna try hard to squeeze out reasons for anybody to sought this film as Shadows of the Mind (1980)'s obscurity is perfectly understandable.  It's close to being dull and uninspired but there are a lot more early 80s slashers out there that did worse than this. It's moody, considerably bloody and its rarity is a good ringer for collectors of rare and out-of-print trash. See it out of curiosity.

Bodycount:
1 male gets a scythe through his neck
1 male stabbed on the eye with a corkscrew
1 female repeatedly knifed, set on fire
1 male and 1 female beaten with an oar, drowned
Total: 5

Boobs and Blood of The Crappy Kind: Porn Shoot Massacre (2009)

Porn Shoot Massacre (2009)
Rating: *1/2
Starring:  Shelly Martinez, Naomi Cruz, Diana Prince

For the first three to five minutes, we get this:

My initial thoughts? Dayum, those are some big Danny DeVitos! But after drying up and getting ready to perform for what appears to be a film shooting, this lady soon gets smothered to death by someone wielding a dangerous pair of pantyhose. My initial thought for that? We're in for a long night.

The plot for Porn Shoot Massacre is really what the title says; we have a porn shooting led by a director with a very fake looking mustache-beard combo, who in turn hires seven adult actresses to star in his masterpiece. But unknown to them, a heavy breathing brute with what I assume is a jock strap over his face is skulking around the parts, killing off the actresses and actors. Could this be someone's idea of a single man army against perversion? Or is there another B-grade twist along the way.

Not gonna lie, this movie has its titillating moments but, for a film titled Porn Shoot Massacre, we don't get to see a lot of the forbidden fruit here. If anything, we only get a glimpses of it before the film fades to black and transitions to something else, most likely a murder, making the supposed porno the in-movie director claims will befit the taste of the deprived masses awfully stale, featuring nothing more than girls cuddling, sexy dancing and other softcore crud.

Still, what it does for the horror part of the movie is sort of acceptable. (Read, Sort of!) The kills have their little bright red moments and by that I meant we only get to see a moment of blood and gore before we're thrown back in to watch more horribly acted soft core which, then again, isn't all that surprising to begin with seeing the production is as good as purchasing the world's smallest violin. The villain looks hilariously bad and he's as intimidating as someone wearing a dirty jockstrap over his face- ohwaitaminute.

Perhaps I'm getting a tad uppity myself here since, after all, this is again a movie titled Porn Shoot Massacre. I'm not gonna get anything like Life of Pi in this exploitative garbage that I'm positive was aimed for the male percentage of slasher fanatics; it's cheesy and oddly cheerful atmosphere may be the best reason for some people to see this movie but, for me, I think I'll prefer my porn and horror flicks separate. Or at least as fun as Black Devil Doll (2007). If only the geniuses behind this wreckage tried harder...

Bodycount:
1  female smothered to death with stockings
1 male killed, found with throat cut
1 female hacked to death with a hatchet, beheaded
1 female pounded to death
1 female knifed on the back
1 female beaten with a sledge hammer, disemboweled with a knife
1 male mentioned murdered
1 male had is head crushed until his eye popped out
2 males had their necks broken
1 male killed, blood splash seen
1 male had his neck cut with a knife
1 male shot, beaten to death with a wooden plank
Total: 13

A Freddy Rising: A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master (1988)

A Nightmare On Elm Street 4: The Dream Master (1988)
Rating: ***1/2
Starring: Robert Englund, Rodney Eastman, Lisa Wilcox

Just as Dream Warriors marked the return of Freddy into the teen-hunting-in-dream-world game after his failed (yet interesting) attempt of supernatural possession from Freddy's Revenge, it also opened the door of opportunity for the burnt boogeyman to be one of America's most sought after modern movie monsters. Now in the franchise's height, New Lines was ready to do more nightmarish deaths (literally) with all the money Freddy was reeling in and so came into production this good yet undeniably cheesier entry to the Elm Street series.

A year (or two) has passed since the three remaining (and original) Elm Street children defeated the dream-world madman known as Freddy Krueger, they're now living somewhat normal lives free of fear of him ever coming back. Save for one Kristen, an Elm Street girl with the power to call and summon other dreaming teenagers into her own dreams, as she can't budge off the feeling that the dream demon is far from gone. And, true enough, Freddy somehow finds a way back into existing and starts to murder off the three, saving Kristen for last. But before she meets her demise, the final Elm Street kid accidentally pulls in Alice, her daydreaming friend with some knowledge of dream logic.

In a last attempt to stop Freddy, Kristen passes her dream-reeling powers to the confused girl. This act, unfortunately, makes it possible for Freddy to reach out to the newer generation of Elm Street teens, more precisely Alice's friends and family. One by one, they fall victim to their own nightmares, forcing Alice to find a way to stop Freddy before he takes her and the rest of the town's children.

With the level of comic one-liners noticeably higher and the deaths elaborately more cartoonish, Dream Master marks the beginning of Freddy's downfall as a horror villain and rise as a global 80s pop culture icon. Take notice that the previous Elm Street entries had Freddy staying in the shadows, his jokes sicker than laughable; here, he takes a lot of the action in the light, his lines streaming across comedy, and his kills lacking a decent amount of blood splash. Yes, the nightmare murders are imaginative, but they starting to get too imaginative and a tad more outrageous, a reason why many hardcore horror fans seem doubtful labeling this franchise a slasher series.

The way I see it, apart from being influenced by the MTV generation (check out the multiple TV spots within the movie), the plot is more Freddy-centered, with only one or two teen characters focused in the entire movie. The first was Kristen, now played by a different actress (Tuesday Knight) as the original was unavailable to fill in the role, spending a decent bulk of her screen time being Krueger-phobic which may or may not have triggered the nightmare man's return. She bites the big one in a manner similar to Psycho's Marion Crane, dying during the progression of the film only to pass the dream killer-kicking torch to her friend Alice, an awkward goody-goody with patriarchal issues (a fact that may have helped giving this character a little more worth to root for), struggling to keep her life in check while dealing with a situation she wasn't too familiar with. This said, the rest of the teen casts are pretty much there just to be meat for Krueger's cutting; while a few of them are properly developed and characterized, some are leaning close to being parodies of the characters they are portraying.

With the plot revolving more around the Springwood slasher's dream haunting and killing, even more interesting that it also resembles a sort of reboot since it now focuses on a new generation of Elm street teens, it's not too hard to have a good chunk of the film with Krueger being outrageously evil in an inviting, near cartoon-villain manner. Whenever he is around, there's bound to be some strange crud going on until the climactic last act wherein Alice hardens up and goes kung-fu punkette against Freddy in one of slasher history's most entertaining mano (lady-o?)-a-monster final brawl, ending on a gruesome (momentary) demise for Mr. Krueger himself.

So, Dream Master's not remotely scary, but its entertainment factor is reason enough to consider this as one of the franchise's strong entries. With top-notch, non-CG special effects backing up the flaws and being more grimly fun with our titular killer stepping out of the shadows and into the spotlight, the movie works for the shallowest of reasons but still considerable with its workable story and tone, comparing it to other titles in the series, mainly Dream Child and, the black sheep of the family, Freddy's Dead. There are some interesting mythos thrown in here, something regarding a Negative and Positive dream gates which may attribute to Freddy and Alice's opposing sides, unfortunately this remained sidelined, seemingly forgotten in the next sequels.

Slipping into a cheesier foray not only in terms of human-faced pizza toppings, Dream Master fairs well as a movie but, as a sequel, it red lights our Bastard Son of a Hundred Maniacs descent into sillier affairs in his later adventures...

Bodycount:
1 male stabbed on the gut with a razor glove
1 male slashed with a razor glove, drowned in water bed
1 female thrown into a furnace, burned to death
1 female suffocates
1 male gets a flying razor glove to the gut
1 female crushed to death
Total: 6

To Kill God: Kristy (2014)

Kristy (2014)
Rating: ****
Starring: Haley Bennett, Ashley Greene

Justine, a studious college girl strapped for cash, decided to post up on campus while her boyfriend and friends go home for the Thanksgiving weekend. The whole place is pretty much her oyster for a while; dancing down the empty halls whilst listening to music, keeping busy with a chore or two, and the usual snack run to keep the munchies at bay.

Driving to a nearby convenience store, Justine encounters Violet, a hooded punkette with a knack for piercings who starts giving her the chills, even more so when it soon becomes apparent she followed her all the way back to campus. The thing is, Violet isn't alone; with her is a trio of masked and hooded men who are a part of an online Satanic cult dedicated to murdering random girls who they all nicknamed "Kristy", recording the kills and sharing it on their network as a sign of dedication to their war against God. Chased through empty hallways and libraries, bearing witness as the hooligans murder anybody who got in the way, it soon becomes dead clear for Justine that the only way to live through their game of Cat-and-Mouse is to fight back.

For truth's worth, Kristy (2014) isn't really anything new; it's a simple movie about a girl being stalked by a pack of merciless killers, a plot that relies heavily on tension and build-up, meaning we get plentiful of scenes in the dark where a killer or two are just feet away from our lead, empty rooms being prowled upon, and people calling out to thick fogs anticipating a response. Or an attack. It works very well as a suspense piece boasting dread and atmosphere, though not without its own little plot holes and inconsistencies popping up once in a while. (How the heck can the Kristy killers text if they use cellphone jammers?)

Performances in the film are remarkably solid seeing it only has one main character to focus on; Haley Bennett plays her role as Justine with much quirk and gentleness as relatively normal girl can, making relating and rooting for the gal easy, especially once she decided to gut up and turn the tables on her attackers. And speaking of which, the murderous group did have their moments of being imposing; though they are human behind their disguises and their motives are notoriously on the cliched side, they're organized and well-experienced enough to read their prey's move with so much animalistic instinct that it's threatening. And with the brooding direction of these attacks and the workable giallo-inspired tint-lighting, I can honestly say that Kristy (2014) is redeemed fairly with these fair production quality and talent.

The movie ends with an indication that there might be more coming from this murder-cult. Should this be a hint of a future sequel at hand or not, Kristy (2014)'s simplistic campus slasher is watchable on its own, either rented for a viewing or bought for your growing collection. It may not had brought out anything out of the ordinary for our bodycounting kicks but at least it plays the game right.

Bodycount:
1 female found with throat cut
1 female gets a throat cut with a meat hook (video)
1 female murdered, method unknown (video)
1 male bludgeoned with a baseball bat
1 male found murdered
1 dog killed offcamera
1 male hanged with a garden hose
1 male stabbed on the gut with a meat hook
1 male crushed against the wall with a car
1 male drowned in a pool
1 male hit on the head with a nailed baseball bat
1 female set on fire with sodium nitrate
Total: 12

Behind Every Tree...

Smiling Under Your Bed: Don't Go To Sleep (1982)

Don't Go To Sleep (1982)
Rating: ****
Starring: Dennis Weaver, Valerie Harper, Robin Ignico

A family of four moves into a sleepy little California town in hopes of moving on from the tragic death of their eldest daughter, Jennifer. Parents Phillip and Laura try their best to maintain a picture perfect family life but it soon crumbles down when Laura's mum decided to join in, much to the children's disapproval. Days pass by and Phillip begins drinking again and the kids bicker with each other more constantly. What's more concerning is that their now-only daughter, Mary, starts to hear voices from under her bed and catching glimpses of their late eldest.

Who the heck wears a pink ribbon in their 80s?

After a blazing incident one night that almost burned Mary to death, the family begins to suspect that their girl might be in need of professional help, believing that these incidents, as well as her visions, might indicate trauma. Of course, Mary is having none of this and the only one who appears to be on her side, the ghost of Jennifer, puts it to her younger sister's head that the rest of the family doesn't miss her as much as she does. And with this, Jennifer begins hanging out with Mary, plotting deadly vengeance against everybody related in blood along the way...

When I first decided to watch Don't Go To Sleep (1982), I never expected much from it bar a tame ghost movie with some deaths. True, it turns out it's precisely that shindig, but much like the case of another TV bodycounter, Dark Night of The Scarecrow (1980), this little screen nightmare puts up the ante for creepiness and molded a pretty neat surprise at the end. A lot of this owes to the fact some of its scenes really tapped into childhood fears and anxieties such as deaths in a family, devolution into dysfunction, and the ole-time classic "thing under the bed", dramas that may have frightened us as children tackled here with a subtle yet brooding intensity thanks to a superb direction.

I rather have monsters under my bed, thank you!

I can definitely say Don't Go To Sleep (1982) really had it going for vintage scares, methodically and creepily switching from a supernatural family drama to a slightly disturbing semi-slasher. The kills aren't all bloody but remains shocking even for TV flick standards, some of it even memorable just for its execution, stylish camera work and the fact that it leads to an unhappy territory. Acting is quite believable for a TV movie despite some occasional cheese and I really dig the last haunting shot before the credit rolls to an end, finally filling in on us what really went on.

The only flaw I see here is how well these scares hold up to a typical horror fan: some may find it goosebumps-inducing, others will find it outdated and barely scary. Perhaps someone with a patience for slow-burning haunting/slasher hybrid might enjoy this, but those who prefer splattery, gore-tainted bodycounters will not find a keeper here. But as far as my opinion goes, I absolutely love this creep-fest, not much for the scares but more on how well executed it is. Yes, there are some slow parts and, since the killings are limited to simply the family members, not a lot tends to happen in said slow parts save probably some bickering or casual conversations that may or may not be red herrings, but these are something that are easily overlook by the right audience.

Pizza Cutters as Slasher Weapons?
What-a next-a, America?!

I couldn't stress my respect for this movie enough so for my readers, do me a favor? If you have the time to pick a TV movie to watch in your late night viewing, I suggest giving Don't Go To Sleep (1982) a try. A little 80s chill never hurt a true horror fanatic and this title is right off the bat.

Bodycount:
1 female suffers a heart attack
1 boy fell off a roof
1 male electrocuted in a bath tub with a dropped radio
1 girl immolated in car explosion
Total: 4

Assly's True American Horror Presents: Sledge (2014)

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Today we will be covering one of Brain Damage's current slasher release, which is about a madman murdering teens in the woods with a sledgehammer, spatting out non-funny scripting with an acting resembling a wooden board. Obviously, this is gonna be hell.

Sledge (2014)
Rating: *
Starring: Dustin Bowman, Rachel Cornell, Tino Faygo

The movie is a film-within-a-film, an approach that absolutely does nothing for itself since the running is only an hour and fifteen minutes, and Sledge runs for 64. Moving pass the crappy "wraparound about a girl yakking over her phone while watching Sledge, horror shows hosted by a "werewolf" handpuppet, and a trailer for a Texas Chainsaw Massacre-esque exploitation known as The Amish Paradise, we follow a group of teenagers going to the woods for some badly acted quality time and drama involving relationship issues, unknown to these thespians that a masked psycho is out skulking the woods to kill off some people in his make-believe video game world.

And that's sums everything up, actually. Nothing completely special but the fact that Sledge was intentionally bad, explaining the horrendous acting and characterization. Sadly, as much as I had seen plenty of titles taking this approach, Sledge lacked the charm and wit that makes the likes of, let's say, Truth or Dare: A Critical Madness or The Nailgun Massacre so bad that it's good; a simple plot is no problem, but for it to laze around on uninteresting character's shenanigans for a good bulk takes a lot of toll for it to be an entertaining mess.

Then there's the the lackluster kills; A note to the producers, just because the killer uses a sledgehammer as his murder weapon doesn't make any of his kills any more unique. To be honest, Sledgehammer (1984) and Methodic already got this with actual, workable results. Sledge's kills sadly lacked the red stuff and are too quickly executed to spark a proper amount of thrills, two things that would have saved an otherwise terrible slasher movie.

Add in an audio muffled as heck, and camera work that's just as lazy (watching teens talk from one single angle was never exciting. Never.), Sledge's flaws were overwhelming enough to ruin the whole movie, a fact that the producers may had seen coming given to the dull ending they came up. The end result is a frustrating, unfocused and misdirected dirt clod that's best forgotten to had existed. Yes, I am aware that the film only used up $800 in budget but a lot of film-makers out there did a lot better job with such an amount creativity-wise.

Seriously, Sledge shouldn't exist. It offered nothing new for the sub-genre and may had even knocked it back a few years.

Bodycount:
1 female gets a sledgehammer to the face
1 female had her head smashed with a sledgehammer
1 male and 1 female had their heads knocked in together with a sledgehammer
1 male knifed on the gut, head smashed with sledgehammer
1 female impaled through an upright tree branch
1 male knifed on the throat, smashed with a sledgehammer
1 female knifed on the gut, mashed with a sledgehammer
1 male knifed on the back, sledgehammer to the chest
1 female killed offcamera
Total: 10