This film is odd and so far my least favorite during Killer Vehicle Week. Before someone throws a pie in my face let me explain my stance. I went into this film expecting a horror film about some crazy townspeople that like to kill for car parts. But don’t get me wrong; I love when a film surprises me and I am totally wrong about it. Just here, the surprise wasn’t a good one. The film felt like Salvador Dali and David Lynch had a baby and then some studio hack edited in a bunch of nonsensical comedy. Not my cup of tea.
Set in rural Australia the film is essentially about two major things; Car parts and the town folk who collect and use them as currency – by sinister means if necessary. And a hospital that is up to no good with their human trials. An apathetic loser is caught in the web of the town and is integrated into the community.
Besides having one of the more annoying protagonists the film features a significant amount of gibberish in the form of supposed comedy. I found it to be neither funny nor amusing.
Outside of the townsfolk setting up elaborate schemes to cause automobile accidents there isn’t much in the way of outright horror in the film. The direction is fairly competent – I mean it is Peter Weir (Dead Poets Society) after all.
If you like strange art house films that don’t make a lot sense and leave a lot of room open for interpretation then you will probably dig this. If not, skip!
Snore Factor: ZZZ