I talk a lot about horror as a playground for filmmakers, because horror is varied and flexible and most of all cheap; making a horror movie on a shoestring budget should be a rite of passage for everybody, because if you can make something like, say, 100 Bloody Acres, which turned 10 last year, with little more than a fistful of dimes and ingenuity, then you deserve to be making movies.
This is a fun one, and also a gross one. The movie, I mean. Not my piece about it. That’s fun, but not at all gross. Read it at Paste Magazine if you don’t believe me.