Friday, November 4, 2011
Sweatshop is a one trick pony that should have been taken out to pasture way before it was allowed to go on for (roughly) a hundred and thirty minutes. It drags on for so long with completely uninteresting and douchey characters that you're just praying for it to end. It plods and limps along until (thankfully) the final payoff. Its decent enough, but taken within the context of the entire film and maddening experience you've had thus far, it's much too little too late.
The film features a group of gothic punkers who love to party. The group holes themselves up in what they think is an abandoned wherehouse. They're set to rave, drink, drug and party the night away with a group of paying customers. Little do they know, the believed to be abandoned wherehouse is actually home to two mongoloid twin girls and their (presumably) big brother who wields a large steel hammer. Why they are there, how they got there, or why their broheim wields such a formidable weapon is never really explained.
The whole of our film pretty much consists of the group dancing, fucking, some internal drama between girlfriends and boyfriends, and some killings at the hands of our mongoloid inhabitants. Throw in some more dancing around to droning house music in anticipation of their big wherehouse party and that's pretty much all there is to it.
All of this leads up to the film's big payoff: the mongoloid big brother with the large steel hammer smashing all of the party goers to bits. You suffer through painful dialogue, pseudo drama, and really bad acting all to get to the last five glorious minutes. And make no mistake, they are awesome. Strewn body parts, innards, and decapitations, are served up nicely but by this point, you are wondering 'Is this it?' And it pretty much is. Nothing interesting happens in the film until the last five minutes. So if you do decide to check it out, just fast forward and save yourself about an hour and twenty five minutes of your life.
Cortez the Killer