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Title: THE DEVIL'S REJECTS
Director: Rob Zombie
Year: 2005
Reviewed: December 22, 2005
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In a word, the depraved movie "The Devil's Rejects" is fuckin'-fabulous. (Actually, that's two words, but they kind of count as one.) I give the film a FAST FOOD review.
There are many out there who will not like this movie, so wanton and gluttonous it appears, and is, but it harkens back to a time now gone- accept for many excellent foreign movies- when horror movies were HORROR movies. "Reject's" is filled with pools of blood, buckets of gore, an auditorium of psychotic and unnatural behavior, and foul language. The first half of the movie feels like watching idiot toddlers burning ants with magnifying glasses, toddlers who had only recently learned how to say the word fuck. It is, however, the last half of the film that really elevates this movie into something… I'm not sure if the word is special, but rather, uniquely enjoyable. Thanks entirely to the gripping performance of William Forsythe, whose character, amidst the chaos and horror, tortures the torturers, interrogates the interrogators, and abuses the abusers. "Reject's" is what a horror film should be, and was, at one time: brutal and violent, gross and disgusting, disturbing on a level that made one question ones own morality and integrity.
I've always said if a film can disturb me, then somebody's doing something right; so jaded I've become with the random "slasher" flick. "Reject's" was not disturbing to me, as it will be to many (after you've sat through a viewing of "Nekromantic", you'll be hard pressed to see worse), but I love it when a movie knows what it is, and thus, does not try to be something it is not. "Reject's" revels in its simple, sticky glory, it howls from the rooftops that it is a horror movie to be reckoned with, prideful in its R rating and mature content.
I salute Zombie's sense of self, as well as his lust to explore and discover things of a darker, more unsettling nature.
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