There’s something in the oil! Four miners celebrate their lucky find at the closing night of a local strip club. Just one problem. It ain’t oil, and whoever touches the funky substance turns into one mean motherfucker of a murderin’ zombie! But the sassy, sexy club owner and her busted crew ain’t goin’ down without a fight…
Want to make a horror movie? Think you can direct? Think you got a good script? Think you’re funny? Well, take note bitches because THIS is how it’s done!
Horror movie reviewers who don’t lie with every sickening DVD cover quote-hungry sentence they type up for their websites and blogs will tell you that they are sick to the back teeth of companies trying to push screeners for some of the worst movies ever made. Excrement in the form of Vimeo pages and secret passwords.
But every once in a while we get something like Peelers, a movie that is sure of its own identity. Its comedy is crude and shameless. Its gore is mostly practical and plentiful. The editing is up to par and the acting is sound enough. The premise isn’t original at all and the end result is quite dated, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing ‘cause baby they sure as shit ain’t makin’ ‘em like they used to!
Direct Seve Schelenz first caught my attention with his 2011 found footage movie Skew, which I also liked. I preferred his take on the genre. Like the best of them his tale had firm routes in the psychological; whereas with most of these movies you can sense the get-rich-quick scheming with every desperate popcorn-spilling jump scare set to a camera angle so bad that your grandmother could’ve filmed it.
Peelers knows what it’s about and it’s got the balls to be its outrageous self. What can else you expect from a movie with a stripper called Thundercunt!