Okay, now I'm REALLY pissed off at the people who choose the short films. When I go to a package called The Nightmare Factory, and furthermore when it's described as "Unsettling dreams prepackaged for your dire convenience," I expect something at least a little dark.
Instead, we got weird (but not particularly scary) stop-motion photography, "nude" people covered head to toe in crocheted false skin fucking in the woods, and overgrown dust mites. Lame.
A couple pieces were good, notably Excision, a tale of amateur surgery and sibling rivalry, and the bizarre but enjoyable Horsefingers 3: Starfucker. The next best thing was Treevenge, a bunch of actors with evergreen branches glued to their arms pretending to maul children. Why do I even go to these anymore?
Friday, June 5, 2009
The Nightmare Factory
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