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Imagine if Tim and Eric (of “Awesome show, Great Job!”) decided one
day to make an honest to goodness horror movie, and they brought
their sensibilities and comedic surrealism to a slasher flick and
what you’d basically get is “Frozen Flesh.” Justin French is going
for a Giallo effect, the kind of movie like “Guinea Pig” that
chronicles the making of a human hand and a masked man intent on
eating it. And we spend an hour and fifty one motherfucking goddamn
minutes on it. I’m sorry did I completely give away my credibility
by swearing in a review? It’s just that we spend an hour and fifty
one motherfucking minutes on a movie that could have easily been
five minutes. Ten tops. He takes out the severed hand.
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He roasts and prepares the hand, and then he… stabs at it.
For more than a half hour. No, I’m not kidding. He stabs in
slow motion, then quickly, then slowly, then it freezes, and
then I smash my head on to my desk trying to crush my wind
pipe. The hand simply doesn’t look genuine. We know it’s a
prop. The music is library stock at best, and the camera
tricks make no attempts at ever flexing the directorial
abilities. And I couldn’t understand why we’re told he’s
preparing a meal when we never quite see him eat the damn
thing. He stabs at it… for forty minutes!
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As another self-important internet armchair critic, I’ve enjoyed
some of the most interesting movies that would deem me a pompous ass
(and for good reason!), but there’s not a single thing behind
“Frozen Flesh” that would inspire a visceral hint of praise of me.
It’s not scary, it’s not artistic, it’s barely even a narrative when
all is said and done. It’s a man in a black mask stabbing at and
preparing a hand for dinner. That’s all it is for nearly two hours!
I’m sure Mr. French injected a lot of effort in to… stabbing for two
hours and filming the stabbing, and slowing down the stabbing, and
stabbing the fake hand, and stabbing at the air, but… it’s only
shocking that the press kit presumes this mess to be the most
shocking horror film ever made. I’ve seen better frights on Public
Access Television.
I hate to be a
bastard to another indie filmmaker offering up their horror flick for
review, but man “Frozen Flesh” may not have been so terrible if it were
squeezed down to ten minutes. Why almost two hours of nothing is beyond
me. It’s awful.

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