'Pitchfork': Film Review

Courtesy of Pitchfork
Been there, slashed that.
1/6/2017

A homocidal maniac sporting a pitchfork instead of a hand wreaks havoc in Glenn Douglas Packard's horror film.

Debuting filmmaker Glenn Douglas Packard tries mightily to create a new iconic horror film villain with the title character in his low-budget effort about a maniacal killer sporting a pitchfork for a hand and wearing an animal-fur mask. Alternately registering as an homage and rip-off of the countless slasher pics that have preceded it, Pitchfork is a strictly disposable affair.

The director and co-scripter Darryl F. Gariglio at least attempt to provide some thematic depth to the tale revolving around Hunter (Brian Raetz), a young man who returns to his rural Michigan home after informing his parents and sister that he's gay. Apparently needing moral support, he arrives with a gaggle of New York City friends in tow, all of them displaying the sort of raging hormones that are de rigueur for films of this type.

It turns out that Hunter's disapproving conservative father is the least of his problems, because soon he and his friends are beset by the titular homicidal madman (Daniel Wilkinson) who, as we eventually learn, has serious mommy issues. Before the gory mayhem begins, however, the kids put on an elaborate, sexy barn dance, as if auditioning for a remake of Footloose on the Playboy Channel.

It's all standard slasher film stuff, such as blood occasionally drenching the camera lens; stock characters, including a doughnut-eating cop; the young women all wearing Daisy Dukes; and dialogue on the order of "Take two Tylenol, and call me in the morning, motherf—r!"

By the time the film reaches its final act, it takes some seriously twisted turns, some of which work and some of which don't. But the increasingly deranged goings-on at least provide the opportunity for supporting players Rachel Carter and Andrew Dawe-Collins to entertainingly chew up the scenery as Pitchfork's less than loving parents.

Stylistically diverse to the point of incoherence — it begins in serious fashion before turning into sex comedy and slasher film before finally lapsing into torture porn, with generous doses of black humor — Pitchfork ultimately emerges as less than the sum of its wildly disparate parts.

Production: Pioneer Motion Pictures
Distributor: Uncork'd Entertainment
Cast: Daniel Wilkinson, Lindsey Nicole, Brian Raetz, Ryan Moore, Celina Beach, Keith Webb, Sheila Leason, Nicole Dambro, Vibhu Raghave, Rachel Carter, Andrew Dawe-Collins
Director: Glenn Douglas Packard
Screenplay: Glenn Douglas Packard, Darryl F. Gariglio
Producers: Glenn Douglas Packard, Darryl F. Gariglio, Noreen Marriott
Director of photography: Rey Gutierrez
Editors: Kristin Gerhart, Rey Gutierrez
Composer: Christie Beu
Not rated, 95 min.

 

 

 

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