Earlier outing from Wim Vink, the man who hypnotized us to sleep with his decades-long mixture of mundane living and inevitable blood sacrifices, Heaven is Only in Hell. This time out he’s only working with thirty or so minutes to get to the point which has this feeling less like the three-year-long viewing experience of his full-length “masterpiece”. A young girl is tormented by school bullies for some unknowable reason and the constant abuse comes to a crescendo when she stumbles out into the street and gets hit by a truck following getting sprayed in the face with hairspray. An event that has the bullies smiling and one of them even takes the opportunity to photograph the poor girl. They even bring their snark along to visit her unconscious ass in the hospital (one of the bully’s mothers works there), joined by the creepy professor who raped her and is seeing one of the awful bitches. That mother I mentioned earlier injects poison into her and that’s all she wrote. Thankfully, we’re in the realm of eighties backyard horror and the girl pops up, crams a knife into the killer nurse’s noggin and gets to gettin’ revenge. Hitting up a hardware store and grabbing what she needs. We’re rooting right along as she picks out proper implements to rip flesh and then uses her technical know-how to soup up her arsenal. It’s bye-bye bullies in quick order as cheapjack gore and plenty of stage blood graces the screen. It’s the enthusiastic splatter that is the universal language of every aspiring young idiot who sets out to make their amateur mark in the genre we love. That’s a compliment. Light on dialogue, heavy on repetitive hard rock licks and nonsensical humanity.
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