Wicked Lake review

It is very possible that Zach Passero’s WICKED LAKE is the sleaziest film I’ve seen in a very long time. It has buckets o’ gore, its female cast covers the spectrum of full dress to “I’m-a-nude-model”, and many of the other characters and situations are so strange that it felt like climbing the rope in gym class.

WICKED LAKE finds four lady friends heading out to the country for a little naked meditating, friendly orgying and possibly a skinny dip or two. It’s a shame that they had to piss off every single male they encountered on the way up. Faster than you can say “I Spit on Your Grave… to the power of four!”, the boys show up and decide to take what they want from our lady friends. Too bad, so sad for them though. At the stroke of midnight, these girls become a little more than they had bargained for. Vengeful torture and bloodletting ensues. While this is all going down, two cops track the girlies down. Seems like they have been leaving behind a trail of mutilated corpses. Surprise, surprise.

This is the type of film that is aimed at the kind of people who enjoy a good Troma movie now and again. Luckily enough I fall into this category and found it totally and utterly entertaining. The filmmakers were obviously aware of the limitation of a shot-on-video low-budget horror flick but they somehow managed to pull it all off without really falling into some of the same traps where most similar movies stumble. The cast is great and some familiar faces are scattered throughout. Tim Thomerson plays one of the cops. Angela Bettis shows up at the gas station. And Will Keenan is great as the despicable Palmer. One of the weirdest elements in the whole movie is Marc Senter as the strange and quite possibly retarded Caleb. His moments on screen are so awkward and great I actually went back and watched the whole opening again because it was so wacky. Plus the opening credits’ title card is possibly one of the greatest moments in trash filmmaking.

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