Death Factory: Bloodletting (2009)



Death Factory: Bloodletting reviewReviewed by The Foywonder

Starring Claudia Vargas, Noah Todd, Michelle Mousel, Shane Dean

Directed by Sean Tretta


Let me preface this review upfront by stating I'm really the wrong person to be reviewing this movie. I never saw the first Death Factory from 2002. Nor have I seen either of the director's previous two films: The Great American Snuff Film and Death of a Ghost Hunter. I'm not entirely sure how or why I ended up with this screener in the mail. Also, I don't really go for the ultra low budget gorehound-skewered horror films in general - not my cup of tea to begin with and also because so few of those films have anything going for them aside from the gore.

But that said, I am the one that got sent the screener for Death Factory: Bloodletting and I was willing to give it a fair-minded look. The day I chose to do so only seemed appropriate anyway as I began the day with a little bloodletting of my own: a trip to the doctor's office to have an ingrown hair on my thigh lanced. You'd be amazed how much blood can come out of such a tiny wound. That experience was not particularly traumatic yet still a bit more unsettling than anything I saw in this film. That's not a good sign when the movie you're watching is all about trying to be unsettling.

Think a Saw sequel along the lines of parts 2 & 5, the sequels with a small group gathered together to be tormented and killed, only the various traps have been replaced by a flesh-eating mutant and the "Jigsaw" behind it all is less interested in rehabilitation as he is in condemning sinners. The potential victims are all scum of the earth types: a neo-Nazi smut peddler, a kiddie porn site operator, a slave-trading pimp, S&M fetishists, a bomb-making anarchist, and a humanity-hating hooker. All of them come across as caricatures a bit too broad to be credible with the exception of the kiddie porn guy, played with an unsettling quiet intensity.

They have all gone to great lengths to get invited to a "bloodletting", an underground snuff ceremony where they will watch an innocent person get slowly tortured and killed for the viewing pleasure of others. What they don't expect upon arriving at the secret, secluded, abandoned factory location is that they're going to be the real stars of the show.

Behind it all is a Charlie Manson look-a-like Jesus freak with a sister who is an even bigger freak. His little sister was the victim of some sort of scientific experiment gone wrong that transformed her into an animalistic cannibal mutant with razor teeth and a taste for human flesh. Big brother adorned his ferociously feral sibling in some skimpy black leather attire, outfitted her with finger razors, and lures the dregs of society looking to get their jollies watching another human beings suffer to their factory abode to institute a little divine justice and make sure his sister gets a square meal in the process.

Unbeknownst to all, one of the potential victims is actually a young woman looking for a little retribution of her own, her daughter having been murdered and a video posted online; she only knows that the person responsible will be at the bloodletting and she intends to do a little bloodletting of her own.

Though the premise initially holds promise, and the set-up introducing the scumbags had me a little intrigued, the filmmakers just don't go anywhere with it outside of the tired formula of the genre. A movie like this needs the kind of tension-filled pacing that leaves you waiting for a moment to catch your breath. You'll have plenty of time to catch your breath during the extended scenes of characters walking about the dank factory in search of a way out or another cast member. Pacing issues truly is the bane of modern microbudget genre filmmaking; I see this costly mistake made far too often. A well-paced beginning quickly devolves into little more than a plodding slasher flick that too often felt the need to kill time when it wasn't actual killing time.

But for me, the biggest dealbreaker was almost everyone in the cast being such a downright reprehensible human being that I had no vested interest in any of them. I realize they're supposed to be that way and for most this is meant to be them getting their well-deserved punishment; I still found myself unsure whether I should be cheering on their demise or feeling some degree of empathy for some of them. That's due in great part to the wacko running the show also being an unlikeable abrasive loon (He's no Jigsaw; that's for certain) and his mutant sister is never portrayed as anything but his puppet killing machine. I never felt this guy really gave a damn about her well being outside of her being the instrument of his own twisted biblical vengeance. Even the revenge-seeking mother has so many personal flaws I couldn't feel too sorry for her either. She's not so much a horrible human being like the rest so much as a personal train wreck, and much like the guy in charge, her quest for vengeance also rang hollow in my mind.

As I watched these people getting slashed, stabbed, and in some cases, chewed, I just felt nothing, numb. Death Factory: Bloodletting didn't appeal to me from a gorehound standpoint because, while I can appreciate a good bloody kill, there was nothing new, impressive, or inventive about the bloody kills here, and the deaths did absolutely nothing for me from a dramatic standpoint because I just didn't care. A movie like this is all in the execution. Executions are all it's really about. So if you don't care one iota about the people getting executed...

I will say that for a movie that clearly wasn't made for my personal tastes and didn't try to do much to change my mind about this particular subgenre, though thankfully it was not the flatout torture porn I was initially dreading it would be, and pacing issues aside, director Sean Tretta does show some stylistic flourishes that leads me to think he could do something with better material that's about more than just arterial sprayings set to the tune of death metal.


1 1/2 out of 5

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We're all entitled to our own opinions, no worries. I guess just be glad it wasn't gay porn the mistakenly found its way to your mailbox. Now that would have been painful to watch...literally.


Submitted by Film-Reviewers-Suck on Mon, 03/16/2009 - 9:17pm.
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Funny thing is the day after the review was first submitted I realized I'd written it in such a rush that I'd failed to clarify some points I wanted to make about what I did and did not like, which in doing so actually made the review sound less scathing. Stating up front that this movie wasn't meant for me and that I felt awkward reviewing a sequel to a movie I'd never seen was just being honest up front, not intended to say there's no way in hell I could ever like a movie like this. Would you be as pissed if I'd left that part out of my review and still went about stating what I didn't like? My problems weren't with the emphasis on gore but on the lack of dramatic tension I felt due to the characters being such cretins and the hot and cold running pacing. Your movie got a fair shake and it got a fair review even if you don't like the outcome.

Now here's my question: who the hell sent me the screener for this film? I still have no clue how it ended up in my mailbox. Was it the person now cursing my existence, was it someone else at DC who wanted nothing to do with it, or did I suddenly end up on some company's screener list without knowing it?


Submitted by Foywonder on Mon, 03/16/2009 - 7:55pm.
moderator It wasn't me or Creepy who
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It wasn't me or Creepy who signed you up for it, Foy. Sounds like you just got lucky and wound up on the distributor's mailing list!


Submitted by Debi Moore on Mon, 03/16/2009 - 7:59pm.
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"Sounds like you just got lucky and wound up on the distributor's mailing list!"

Probably not anymore.


Submitted by Foywonder on Mon, 03/16/2009 - 8:16pm.

What a shitty review! The reviewer right out the gate says he doesn't like these kind of films and then continues to rip it apart. Guess what, if i don't like gay porn then i don't watch it and I definitely don't try to review it!


Submitted by Film-Reviewers-Suck on Mon, 03/16/2009 - 6:53pm.

You say 'if' you didn't like gay porn in a hypothetical way... ???


Submitted by PelusaMG on Mon, 03/16/2009 - 8:26pm.
moderator Well unfortunately we can't
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Well unfortunately we can't always review movies that we like.


Submitted by Steve Barton on Mon, 03/16/2009 - 7:29pm.
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Were you the director, writer or one of the actors? Either way, grow some skin.


Submitted by Sirand on Mon, 03/16/2009 - 7:10pm.
moderator Apparently he works for
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Apparently he works for Maxim Media International who handles the films worldwide distro.

http://emaximmedia.com

Sigh.


Submitted by Steve Barton on Mon, 03/16/2009 - 7:24pm.
moderator I'd say Foy did a lot more
Debi Moore's picture

I'd say Foy did a lot more than just "rip it apart". He was actually quite complimentary about a number of things having to do with the film such as "a well-paced beginning" as well as one of the actors playing his part "with an unsettling quiet intensity." He also said the director shows a lot of promise. I'm sure a lot of filmmakers would be happy to hear such positive remarks about their work mixed in with the criticisms.


Submitted by Debi Moore on Mon, 03/16/2009 - 7:08pm.

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