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There is just so much movie here. For some it may be too much. But in the same secretly sarcastic way most telemarketers say the phrase, the title of this one is particularly apt.
Catangro
After playing with our expectations, this turns out to be a very different sort of film.
Quiet Muffin
This movie tries so hard to be funny, yet it falls flat every time. Just another example of recycled ideas repackaged with women in an attempt to appeal to a certain audience.
Edwin
The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.
Nigel P
This micro-budget independent film opens with the grisly murder of a young lady, involving the removal of one of her eyes, sewing up of the mouth and the slashing of the tendons. The miscreant is one of two brothers who spend much of the running time committing similar atrocities, while wearing a variety of masks – a skull-fashioned motorcycle helmet and an elaborate welding/gas mask.Jack Chaplin (Robert Render) continues to investigate the case despite being officially sacked from the force, aided by the sometimes incomprehensible Detective Hatcher (Dutch actor Jean-Paul Van Der Velde). The macho, New York style of tough-talking dialogue would be difficult for anyone to perform, and often sounds very unconvincing from this cast.The masks are removed earlier than is the norm for such reveals, and the acting from the two mentally deficient young miscreants is the best seen throughout the run (the two feral brothers eventually fall out over a pretty blond. This leads to one killing the other), although they appear too well groomed to be the outcasts they are supposed to be - in fact, the police are more dishevelled. The end reveal may or may not have an explanation for that
The reason for the killings is finally explained in a heavy stream of dialogue that reveals a twist so utterly bizarre, it is likely that no-one will expect it. Many will be unable to take it seriously, but it might explain some of the stilted line delivery of Hatcher. These scenes are classic examples of the villains taking time to explain the plot to the hero moments before the game is up. In-keeping with the difficult-to-stomach style of the film, and the mind-blowing revelation about Hatcher (which I won't reveal), his being carted off to face justice is
going to be difficult to carry out.'The Blood Harvest' is a strange mix of styles, a far from obvious way of telling a slasher story. Director, producer and writer George Clarke makes incredibly good use of the £10, 000 budget, his mix of close-ups and shaking camera movements creating a sense of pace, even when the plot simply lines up one victim after another. This is a refreshing way of presenting horror and that alone makes up for the film's short-comings.
Tom Dooley
Detective Chaplin is working homicide in Belfast when a spate of gruesome killings start to be uncovered. The cops are baffled but Detective Chaplin (Robert Render) has a theory – and it is that they are dealing with some supernatural force – maybe vampires. Needless to say his boss's think he is talking a crock of do dos and he gets fired.The plot moves on and the corpses are still piling up – but Chaplin is still in contact wit his old partner and they are secretly working on the case. Will they find the killer, is there more than one killer and are we really dealing with the super natural? Only one way to find out and that is to go after the bad guys or guy or blood suckers etc.Now this has been made on a budget that would buy a second hand mini – with high mileage- so I always allow a bit for that. The acting is all pretty good to be honest. The camera work was a bit too close up in a number of scenes, but the gore and special effects are all pretty well done. The script was for me where it sort of unravels a bit with a twist that many will find as convincing as 'the dog's best friend ate my homework'. That though is an artistic choice and to be fair I did not see it coming. So a pretty good effort all round – clearly made for the love of it – hence my rating.