They Don't Cut the Grass Anymore

Rating:
Summary: Move over H.G. Lewis!
Review: What happens when you mix Super-8 film, social satire, Texan gardeners, amateur actors and chunks upon chunks of raw meat? You get the most disgusting movie I've ever seen! Thank goodness this film has it's sense of humor in the right place, or else "They Don't Cut The Grass Anymore" would be unwatchable.

I love blood and guts in horror movies, but this is the most extreme display of bodily mutilation I've yet encountered. Super-8 maestro Nathan Schiff is responsible for this satiric take on the corruption of affluence. But rather than make any kind of bold statement, Schiff appears more interested in displaying endless close-ups of faces and bodies torn into mush. Perhaps there is some twisted point amid all the carnage. There are occasional lines of dialogue hinting that a more complex issue is simmering beneath the grue, but we never really get a chance to see this. (Fans of Schiff movies however, may gain better insights by carefully following the extras on this one.)

Despite the drawbacks of incredibly uneven performances, which range from the vigorous (the killers) to school-play level (the victims) and what surely must be the cheapest movie to ever see a wide commercial release, "They Don't Cut The Grass Anymore" works on a level of utter psychosis that leaves one in dizzied bewilderment. Extra features include an interview with Schiff, the films director, and some of the stars. It also has a running commentary by Schiff, who appears to know exactly what he's talking about, and claims the film cost under a thousand dollars! The disc also includes short subjects he made as a kid. This movie is cheap, gross, but by God it had me laughing! An absolute party down "must have" for when a keg is tapped. Should possibly carry a Surgeon General warning on the case though!