The Long Island Cannibal Massacre

The second flick by no-budget horror gorehound Nathan Schiff. Shot on a super 8 and oftentimes you can hear the camera rolling through the scenes. The acting is below subpar, the plot is ridiculously bad, and the camera-work sloppy. But the gore is what you watch when you decide to sit down to a Nathan Schiff film. What he lacks in terms of money and casting, he majors in giving you the violent gore you so deserve.

And really that's about the only reason you'd ever sit down to watch this. B/c you're a sick depraved bastard who can't get enough of animal intestines being ripped out of a young girl's body and chainsaws ripping through deranged psychos' chests. Yum.

The good thing About HomeMade shot-on video movies is when there bad there still worth watching like this one. About this movie wow where do i begin first a girl is hit with a pike and has her face run over with a lawn mower by a killer wearing a blue hood and goggles who is one of three cannibals. The main character starts talking to a trash bag full of cut up Bodies A zombie or (mutant leper) with a crusty brown face wanting food and eating some of the bodies in the trash bag. The movie is a mess but it's a funny mess there's lots of gore but no real violence when ever someone is cut with a knife or hit with a hammer it's not shown or cuts away. The Acting and Effects are the worst i ever seen the camera-work is terrible but it's worth a look i saw it online i don't know where to find a tape or DVD of it. We meet the Cannibals father a dark figure with a scary voice hiding in the woods that turns out to be a blue monster.

Forget zero-budget, this is the step before that. This is a home movie project with a few friends and an optimistic approach to effects. Unfortunately the script, acting and effects all combine to let this film down. You need to be seriously drunk before appreciating its humour, though I wouldn't get rid of it out of my collection, so it must have some unknown value.

I don't even know how to comment on this one. LONG ISLAND CANNIBAL MASSACRE is supposed to be awful since it's low budget horror. But the acting in this film is worst than anything I have ever seen. As a result, most of the scenes are unbearable and it is not a very fun movie to watch - even if it is a horror. Nonetheless, if you are able to make it to the end of this film without fast-forwarding, you are in for quite a treat. I'm not to going to give away any spoilers but the conclusion of LICM makes it worth the viewing. I also suggest you check on the special features on your DVD. Director Nathan Schiff clearly thinks he's Jean Luc Godard.

Either way, as a filmmaker myself, I have a huge amount of respect for Schiff and his feature film. As a high schooler, he managed to make what some might consider a cult classic. Good for him. But, make sure you're ready.

A pair of bloodthirsty killers (a biker and a guy with a pillowcase on his head) sell their victims' dismembered remains to weirdo Jack, who feeds the body parts to a group of cannibalistic lepers, led by his own hideously disfigured father. Inspector James Cameron goes undercover to investigate the murders, but is forced to turn vigilante when normal police procedure proves ineffective.

Nathan Schiff's enthusiasm and dedication to his art is admirable: armed with nothing but a Super 8mm camera, a bucket or two of offal, and a gang of amateur 'actors', he has thrown together several no-budget gorefests that have, over the years, garnered something of a cult following (in contrast, my own home-made horror, Farnham Flesheaters, has wallowed in development hell for 25 years, due to my general apathy—although I did get as far as designing the poster).

Unfortunately, Schiff's devotion to his work is a lot more impressive than the finished product.

The cheapo splatter, which includes a cheerfully crap lawnmower murder, a couple of juicy disembowelments, assorted flesh tearing, two head crushings, and a pretty impressive chainsaw dismemberment, is admittedly fun and the film occasionally displays some ingenuity (such as Jack's crazy conversation with a bin bag full of body parts), but the negatives easily cancel out the positives.

Inane dialogue, awful acting, lousy picture quality, clumsy editing, and dreadful sound (the whirr of the camera motor being clearly audible in many scenes) all mar the production: there are endless bland shots of cars, trees, and scenery that serve no purpose; the script features boring conversations that do nothing to further the plot; logic takes a serious nosedive with the idiotic revelation of the pillow-case wearing killer's true identity; and for a trashy horror, there's a distinct lack of nudity (I suppose it's easier to talk your friends' sisters into getting their heads bashed in than it is to get them to take their kit off).

Still, I suppose there's always the unintentionally funny bits to enjoy: Jack's monstrous father, who talks like he's gargled glass and uses outmoded words such as 'thy', 'thine' and 'thou'; the goof where cop Dave (Michael Siegal) calls his friend Jim (John Smihula) by his own name; and the leprosy guy who looks like he's had his face pushed in manure.