D: Jonathan King
S: Nathan Meister, Peter Feeney
Wow. How do you describe this movie? Maybe Cujo meets Evil Dead in New Zealand? But that just barely captures the essence of this film. The plot is simple - the prodigal son returns to his family's sheep farm (and yes, he's deathly afraid of sheep) to sell his percentage of the farm to his brother. Unbeknownst to him, however, the brother has plans of his own for the farm - he intends to genetically engineer (through science and...well...less conventional means) a new breed of sheep. Were-sheep.
Yes, you read that correctly - they're making were-sheep here in the New Zealand countryside. And not just any were-sheep...no. Bloodthirsty, mean-as-hell were-sheep. And, as you can likely surmise, there is blood. Blood, gore, decapitations, transformations, limbs rent from bodies. WETA did a great job with the special effects on this one (as they can usually be relied on to do), and the black humor that pervades the film just makes it that much more enjoyable.
What Cujo did for Saint Bernards, this film does for sheep. You'll never hear a bleat again without a chill running up your spine (or a laugh brewing in your guy, depending on what scenes you're remembering).
S: Nathan Meister, Peter Feeney
Wow. How do you describe this movie? Maybe Cujo meets Evil Dead in New Zealand? But that just barely captures the essence of this film. The plot is simple - the prodigal son returns to his family's sheep farm (and yes, he's deathly afraid of sheep) to sell his percentage of the farm to his brother. Unbeknownst to him, however, the brother has plans of his own for the farm - he intends to genetically engineer (through science and...well...less conventional means) a new breed of sheep. Were-sheep.
Yes, you read that correctly - they're making were-sheep here in the New Zealand countryside. And not just any were-sheep...no. Bloodthirsty, mean-as-hell were-sheep. And, as you can likely surmise, there is blood. Blood, gore, decapitations, transformations, limbs rent from bodies. WETA did a great job with the special effects on this one (as they can usually be relied on to do), and the black humor that pervades the film just makes it that much more enjoyable.
What Cujo did for Saint Bernards, this film does for sheep. You'll never hear a bleat again without a chill running up your spine (or a laugh brewing in your guy, depending on what scenes you're remembering).
