Film: Incest Death Squad 2 (2010)
Director: Cory J. Udler
Starring: Tom Lodewyck, Greg Johnson, Carmela Wiese
Written by: Cory J. Udler
The first Incest Death Squad was a gloriously foul piece of boobs, blood, and extreme sibling love, a film sure to offend just about everyone. Incest Death Squad 2 blows its predecessor out of the water.
The events of IDS 1 feature reporter Aaron Burg (Lodewyck) being forced to murder some rubes and knock up the Squad’s sister to earn his freedom. Limping back to civilization with his other girlfriend in tow, Burg spends IDS 2 in the grasp of psychotic shell shock. Meanwhile, the brother-sister duo of death decide to take a vacation from their Lord-inspired rampages and set off for vile Wisconsin civilization to track down the one who got away. Hilarity ensues, and by hilarity I mean murder, rape, male nudity, and fetal abuse.
The characters of the IDS series are so much better this time around. Tom Lodewyck’s hapless goofball from the first film has grown into a brooding, unhinged weirdo. More than that, Burg’s purpose is no longer to simply be the straight man that reacts with wide eyes to the horrors he faces. Instead, his actions and motives have become his own. The Squad itself has also greatly improved. The hulking Greg Johnson remains my favorite actor in the series, yet his character of Jeb Wayne is pulled back a bit, giving him a personality beyond the howling, murderous preacher-behemoth. Similarly, Jeb’s sister Amber, played by Carmela Wiese, no longer simply serves as a siren leading horned-up city folk to their doom with bad pickup lines. She’s also responsible for what is probably the film’s greatest gross-out moment.
A few new characters find their way into the mess as well, and they tend to get pretty awesome. The most notable additions are a foul-mouthed hooker and a con recruited by his cousin, Burg’s girlfriend, to fight the Squad. The con is delightfully nasty, threatening a crack whore, praising the superiority of box wine, and otherwise making an ass of himself.
A few minor criticisms: a few of the daytime shots turn out a bit dark, and the sound quality gets awkward when dialogue interrupts the background music, sounding like an abrupt turn of a dimmer switch when somebody speaks.
Yet everything else about this movie is utterly amazing. It’s a masterpiece of filth filmmaking, a sick and wrong sequel that greatly ups the quality of both production and story. The Incest Death Squad series could have coasted on name-brand revulsion, but once more it delivers nastiness with context, resulting in a freak show with flair. If incest is best, then Incest Death Squad 2 is bester.
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