You can count on one hand the kinds of horror movies worth watching. There are horror movies that are genuinely scary (John Carpenter's The Thing), horror movies that are so unintentionally bad that they're great (Resident Evil), and horror movies that set out from the beginning to be bad and succeed in thoughtful, intelligent ways (Feast, Shaun of the Dead, Planet Terror). New Zealand, by way of that schlock auteur Peter Jackson, has a mighty reputation for producing oodles of the third kind, so it takes a certain kind of chutzpah, nay, testicular fortitude of ram-like proportions to attempt to take up the challenge of continuing the hirsute master's tradition.
Black Sheep does not disappoint.
The only caveat I extend here is that there is a lot of gore in this film. A lot of gore. More explicit gore than a half-hour of The Inconvenient Truth. Gore on top of gore and then some. Did I mention the gore? Can't see how I couldn't. Oh, yes, and gore.
That said, and now that you know not to eat a nice veal parmesan on a bed of tomato sauce pasta before seeing this, two hooves up.
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