If you are a fan of farts, miscarriages, turds, a human versus dog fight, or a woman indulging a man's crush fetish, than perhaps this movie was made for you. Otherwise, even the most seasoned horror fans are likely to be disappointed with this one. Despite more than 2 hours of run time, each segment feels very brief and unable to create anything of substance. At the same time, many of the segments are so unbearable that the next and possibly less god-awful short cannot come soon enough. I have been a tremendous fan of horror my entire life. As well, I am a proponent of creative integrity and freedom from Hollywood's repetitive idiocy. However, if this is what these directors came up with with "artistic freedom" then perhaps they should try another line of work. I find nothing about this film terrifying, humorous, or entertaining in any way. Rather, each segment was dull, predictable and seemed more interest in pushing the boundaries of the grotesque rather than trying to create something interesting. One can only assume that an incredibly cheap production cost is what lead to a sequel to this disaster of a collection. Hitchcock would be rolling over in his grave if he knew this abomination passed for "horror."
Review of The ABCs of Death
