This Aussie horror/comedy masterpiss undergoes the budget re-issue treatment and one would assume that it’s about fucking time. A sublime mesh of five fables; interleaving inbred cannibal spastics, midget wiggers being sucked off by bush-dwellers and various body parts exploding most satisfyingly. Imagine if you will a hybrid of Bad Taste, The Hills Have Eyes and Neighbours. Harold; perennial wobbler from the aforementioned even turns in an appearance.

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