Sweatshop brings to us the tale of some independent entrepreneurs swaying in the rave business. They break into an abandoned factory to set up for their promoted event and during that time their personal secrets begin driving them apart and right into the hands and really big frickin' hammer of the factory's unregistered occupants.
Sweatshop is a story that you know how it is going to end and you don't care because there is too much fun going on. The characters are not the smartest bunch in the world, but because they're so young and naive you can't help but feel sorry for a few of them when they finally meet The Beast and his two ghoulish assistants. The movie is really an introductory piece for these three anyway, and I am personally so glad to have met them.
The movie is brought to us by Stacy Davidson who co-wrote it with Ted Geoghean, both having worked in only a handful of other movies but could be on their way to making a significant imprint ont he genre very soon. Davidson is a visual effects specialist and it shows because all the mutilation and kills scenes in Sweatshop are special. I'm not the type of person to rely on gore alone to sell me a horror film, I do care about the quality of the story, but there is always an exception to the rule and Sweatshop is a damn fine exception. There are several outstanding splatter moments in this film and it left me wanting more.
Sweatshop is a jolly good gorey time. I can't get enough of it right now. And I want that big frickin' hammer.
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