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At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.

Each character in this movie — down to the smallest one — is an individual rather than a type, prone to spontaneous changes of mood and sometimes amusing outbursts of pettiness or ill humor.

The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.

I got the impression that the writer was diagnosed with a fatal illness so he quickly slammed all his best ideas together into one last film. And by best, I mean other people's best ideas.The only original thing about this film is the way it tries to fit together a story involving bikers, zombies, demons and 50's obsessed aliens. The slathering of gore held some of it together but the tacked on torture porn aspect didn't do much for me. There was a lot of box-ticking going on. Sex scenes; tick, nudity; tick, fight scene; tick, let's split up and look for the thing killing us; tick, you get the picture. None of the story-lines were concluded either. What the hell were those hints about polio for?The director was so focused on each set that most scenes were too long and sometimes became painful to watch. I think the trick of shooting lots of footage and only keeping the best pieces was lost on this guy. Lots of duplicates as filler e.g. Shade screams non-stop for minutes, made me think the budget just didn't stretch to more than a few sets. (Sounds like she lost her voice during the shoot too.)It was so irritating but I do have to give it marks for making me watch to the end. After all, that's the producers job in a nutshell. As for the rest of it, nice try.

I will admit, the acting for this low-budget Rob Zombie film wasn't terrible. But that's about the only good thing about this movie. The beginning starts out kind of slow, and conversations seem to drag on just to take up time in the film. Then once things start to get interesting, blood and guts are everywhere you turn. During some parts of the movie I even had to close my eyes because it was making me sick to my stomach. Then, once most of the violence is over, things start not really making much sense. I got the gist of what the storyline was, but some parts were blurry and I think they could've done a much better job explaining certain parts more thoroughly.

It's one thing to be the sort of crappy filmmakers who can't come up with enough story to fill up a feature length project so they just kill time with a bunch of pointless nonsense. It's another thing to be the sort of crappy filmmakers who can't come up with enough story to fill up a feature length project so they just kill time with a bunch of pointless nonsense…and then have the balls to acknowledge to the audience that's exactly what they did. If you admire that sort of proud defiance, maybe you could get into The Violent Kind. I prefer that when filmmakers suck and they know they suck, they should at least have the humility to try and cover it up.And before I get into the actual movie, let me clear something up. If you take a look at the DVD cover for this thing or the other promotional imagery, you may be fooled into thinking this is some sort of "Sons of Anarchy" knockoff with more graphic violence and actual nudity. Well, there is nudity. The violence, however, is honestly a bit tamer and less well done than you'll see on that FX show about biker Hamlet. Fundamentally, though, The Violent Kind isn't a biker flick at all. It's a low budget, sci-fi, end of the world horror film with just a hint of Lovecraft that uses bikers instead of teenagers as the victims de jour. The advertising for this name drops "Halloween" and "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre", but it bears as much resemblance to those movies as Arnold Schwarzenegger does to Laurence Olivier. Having watched it, I fully understand why they felt it necessary to try and deceive people as to the nature of this motion picture. I would have preferred if they had just taken the footage and chucked it in the trash.The plot her is kind of insulting, so I'll leave that for last. What's best about The Violent Kind is the greasy nakedness of Tiffany Shepis and that Taylor Cole and Christian Prousalis, while remaining clothed, are both hot as hell and talented actresses. Granted, it's hard to judge given the material they have to work with, but they give the best performances in this thing by far. What's good here is Bret Roberts, who would have been great in an actual biker flick full of boobs, bullets and blood. Stuck in this exercise in genre cross-dressing, he really only highlights how little everything else works. What's okay in this mess is Cory Knauf as the hero and Joe Egender as the main villain. Every so often they give you a hint they might excel at these sort of roles, but Knauf can't rise above the sullen moroseness of his character and Egender is trapped within the forced and phony extremes of his.As for the bad? The Violent Kind looks cheap. Competent, but cheap. The most elaborate special effect in the whole shebang is a girl clinging to the ceiling, which is something most ambitious high school filmmakers could pull off nowadays. The make up effects barely pass muster and the camera work largely defines "no frills" in both execution and imagination. The dialog starts out banal and never gets any better. And as for the plot…oh, mercy me.Here's what you need to know about the plot. There's a long party scene at the beginning and a long torture scene at the end that are entirely superfluous and in between there's a fistfight that, hand on the Bible, is one of the dumbest scenes I've ever witnessed. Horror movie characters are renowned for doing idiotic stuff, but decapitated turkeys aren't as stupid as the two people here who decide to beat the snot out of each other in the middle of a supernatural crisis. The villains' plan to destroy the world is completely bizarre, but not in a "blow your mind" way. This kind of bizarre is more in the "the people who made this don't know what the hell they're doing" way. And to the extent there's any sort of subplot of personal conflict that plays out against the backdrop of the end of the world, it's manifested solely through the characters spouting expository sentences at each other.And if you want to know, The Violent Kind is about 3 bikers and 3 girls at a house in the woods who are set upon by aliens that are inhabiting the bodies of people who went missing in the 1950s. Why? Because the aliens have some time to waste before destroying humanity and decided that pretending to be a rockabilly tribute band at the end of a month long meth bender sounded like a great idea.So, to recap, The Violent Kind is being falsely marketed and it stinks. Even if Taylor Cole and Christina Prousalis had gotten naked, it still wouldn't have been worth watching. If they got naked and made out for 5 minutes? Eh, maybe.

Cody was born into a northern California motorcycle gang. His best friend is involved with his sister. His ex left him after he spent some time in jail and he also may have let the gang down. On the evening of his mother's 50th birthday they all drive up to her place to party. There he also runs into the ex's sister who's had a crush on him since her early teens.After the party is over things start getting strange. Cars don't run, lights flicker, there's only static on phones. The ex returns half dead, beaten and bloodied. When one of Cody's friends wants to take advantage of her, she actually enjoys it, and then chews his face off. She becomes possessed. While Cody and his best friend try to figure out what to do they instead decide to beat each other up. At some point we see images of a cabin with girls pretending to be dogs. There are also some guys in suits standing near the house.Eventually a bunch of 50s creeps show up and terrorize the group. They are looking for the possessed girl because she will be the host to something great. While the ceremony takes place in which the ex channels some light/energy to the creeps, some from the gang escape. The creeps let them escape announcing that what will happen next is far worse.This movie is part biker gang movie, but without the bikes. It's part demonic possession movie, part home invasion psycho-torture porn. Then there's some supernatural aspects as well. And it doesn't make sense. To make a movie that doesn't make sense is just lazy. Why not work it out somehow and give the audience something that pays off. This just doesn't. The biker story doesn't really work because the cast looks like a bunch of skinny dopey surfer dudes. The possession part is neat but is ruined by the moronic behavior and actions of the characters. The invasion/psycho torture part is annoying and lame. We get the typical overacted creep circus which even within the movie is pointless. And the main creep saying so doesn't make it any less pointless. The supernatural aspect of the movie near the end and the end itself is very neat and interesting. This movie sure is unique but then few would embark on a production with a script that makes no sense. There is plenty of gore, violence, and a bit of nudity. Acting doesn't convince, except for Taylor Cole and Tiffany Shepis. The lousy script could have been used and reworked for two good movies. One straightforward slasher flick and one supernatural/possession movie.