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Wednesday, June 3, 2026

Sweatshop (2009) (USA)

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A group of idiots decide an abandoned warehouse is the perfect location for hosting a rave. Well, it’s not exactly abandoned and the dips who have just broken into the place are about to meet the violent inhabitant who only seems to be fueled by a lethal combination of rage and bloodlust. This is exactly why my mom told me to never go to an impromptu party hosted by rave-kids in a supposedly abandoned warehouse. She’s a smart woman. The killer carries a nasty-lookin’ mallet and wears a welder’s mask as he goes about his vicious business. The film opens up with some goth chick waking up in the buff in the middle of the warehouse and fleeing for her life. A police officer arrives on the scene, gets super spooked, guns down the naked girl with so many bullets he goes far past the point of accidental murder and then absconds from the scene of the crime. We jump to six hours earlier and get a look at how everything arrived at this unfortunate point. As a fan of the slasher genre, I have no issue watching a gaggle of irritating dopes come to wet ends via the meaty hands of a psychopath… and that’s pretty much all this is. Except here the horny “teenagers” are replaced by horny scene “kids” who are way too old to be doing this. The sexy trash goblins set up the rave and eventually the beast that’s been hiding in the shadows watching, makes his move. Adding some spice to the slasher proceedings, are the batch of zombie-like girls who travel with the welding-mask monster and also haunt the building and attack the unlikable cast of dinks. There’s a bunch of unfunny comedic dialogue and extended dancing scenes before anything of much interest goes down. Everyone looks like they have at least one venereal disease but there is nudity and practical effects making things just a little more tolerable but only just. We spend a bunch of time with characters too shallow to give a shit about or too outright awful to feel any concern for while nothing is happening and it’s a real momentum killer. Mean-spirited and void of any charm or likable humans, if you’re only in it for the violence (or for some sick reason, drawn out dance scenes of what I suppose one could call dancing), you may not feel like it’s a complete waste of time. Even with this cranky old horror fan, I found it mildly enjoyable despite itself.

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