A tough short. Tough to watch, that is. The very first shot is a mass of heaving maggots, so I suppose there's fair warning. Inside an ordinary suburban house there's a mess. There's been a suicide and the body proper has gone. Well, almost gone. The thing about some ways of taking yourself to Kingdom Come is that it can be extremely disruptive and some of your insides end up ... well, outside basically. In this case quite a distance - short range (settee), mid range (wall), long range (ceiling). Oh, and by the way, body parts are juicy and some bodily fluids very unpleasant and it pays to clean things up rather quickly if you can. Unfortunately, in this case, some days have gone by since the grand exit. "What's that smell?"
But there's no ignoring it for ever, eventually things DO need cleaning up. Someone has to do it and here it's Marty played by Richard Betts. He's at work, dressed head to foot in protective white overalls and wearing a mask, when the door bell rings and there is goth Jennifer played by Shona McWilliams, complete with dyed hair, piercings and dark, flouncey clothes. Jennifer is keen to learn the trade and she's been sent to help by the Company. He needs an assistant and after a bit of argy-bargy he lets her in and she starts work. "They're white", complains the goth when handed a protective suit. They get to work, we get to see a lot more gore, there are a few dead and dying jokes and eventually we get love among the body parts. There's a little sub-plot concerning Marty's office where boss Dill (Vincent Franklin) is having a much nicer time, on his back, eyes rolling, straddled by office assistant Laura (Tiffany Stevenson), but it doesn't add a lot to the film, except that it gives you a chance to breath again and Stevenson does pleasure quite well.
So there we have it. Wallowing in mess, wriggling close-ups, gagging, inappropriate sex and hiding behind fingers (that was me, the viewer) ... except that this little film has one more shock to deliver.
Not bad. Better than average so, say, score 6.
But there's no ignoring it for ever, eventually things DO need cleaning up. Someone has to do it and here it's Marty played by Richard Betts. He's at work, dressed head to foot in protective white overalls and wearing a mask, when the door bell rings and there is goth Jennifer played by Shona McWilliams, complete with dyed hair, piercings and dark, flouncey clothes. Jennifer is keen to learn the trade and she's been sent to help by the Company. He needs an assistant and after a bit of argy-bargy he lets her in and she starts work. "They're white", complains the goth when handed a protective suit. They get to work, we get to see a lot more gore, there are a few dead and dying jokes and eventually we get love among the body parts. There's a little sub-plot concerning Marty's office where boss Dill (Vincent Franklin) is having a much nicer time, on his back, eyes rolling, straddled by office assistant Laura (Tiffany Stevenson), but it doesn't add a lot to the film, except that it gives you a chance to breath again and Stevenson does pleasure quite well.
So there we have it. Wallowing in mess, wriggling close-ups, gagging, inappropriate sex and hiding behind fingers (that was me, the viewer) ... except that this little film has one more shock to deliver.
Not bad. Better than average so, say, score 6.