.....most impressive.
You want to talk low budget horrors? Blair Witch doesn't deserve to lick the sweat from the terrifying armpit of Flatmates Wanted. You want to talk New Zealand directors? Peter Jackson is just the one we let overseas, they're all that good over here! and Flatmates proves it.
This movie alternates between spine tingling and pant wetting, and doesn't let go of you until the end of the credits (which, for those of you who smoke, means you spend the last half of the movie feeling unnecessarily angry). By the end of it I felt like I had had a really bad drug trip, and in my mind thats how all good horrors should make you feel.
Plus, in a little patriotic moment for me, I was pleased to note that all the killing was done in a down-to-earth, no frills, kiwi male fashion.
Rock on Gary and Mike! Can't wait to see the next one!
You want to talk low budget horrors? Blair Witch doesn't deserve to lick the sweat from the terrifying armpit of Flatmates Wanted. You want to talk New Zealand directors? Peter Jackson is just the one we let overseas, they're all that good over here! and Flatmates proves it.
This movie alternates between spine tingling and pant wetting, and doesn't let go of you until the end of the credits (which, for those of you who smoke, means you spend the last half of the movie feeling unnecessarily angry). By the end of it I felt like I had had a really bad drug trip, and in my mind thats how all good horrors should make you feel.
Plus, in a little patriotic moment for me, I was pleased to note that all the killing was done in a down-to-earth, no frills, kiwi male fashion.
Rock on Gary and Mike! Can't wait to see the next one!