Dying God

If you started off with the premise that you could make one of the worst films ever whilst talking to a group of ten year old school kids, and then wrote a script together with them that contained no original dialogue, a plot that was predictable in every way possible and then cast a bunch of incompetent actors (Even Henriksen is bad in this one!), mix it together with an absurd blend of clichés and some bare breasts, then this is what you would probably end up with.

Some films are so bad that they're good fun. The trash aesthetic and all that, but this one is just trash. Rubbish. Truly and utterly awful.

The only thing that kept me watching was the vague hope that it couldn't get any worse. But at least it didn't disappoint in that respect.

The score was good. And there you have the one and only redeeming factor for this execrably bad, fetid piece of tripe.

Cheers, Will

I don't know were to begin, as everything with this movies is so terribly wrong. For starters, it is shot with a hand-held digital camera - which makes for a feeling of crappyness. It's not pleasant to look at all. The acting, direction, soundtrack, plot, script; every god damned thing about this production is flawed. And I can't believe that someone put money in it, or that a company decided to distribute the shitness. Sure, even low budget movies can be entertaining or even great, but if that is to be a reality, you will need a director that actually can direct and actors that actually can act. And a plot that seems fairly thoroughly made. This movie has neither.

Some low budget movies are intentionally bad, and therefore creates a entertaining value of it's own. But here there's not irony or self distance to be found... This movie is nothing but embarrassing and every single person that was affiliated with the production, should be banned from the movie industry.

Having just spent a mostly-happy evening watching it on my laptop, I'm forced to disagree with those who gave Final Spawn such a low rating. James Horan, as the corrupt policeman and protagonist, gave a convincing performance. Despite what one reviewer claimed. The minor players who portrayed leaders of Buenos Aires crime were adequate, and the gore was adequate, too. Sure, the plot was silly but it never lagged, and had this been a straight serial-killer detective movie instead of a horror one, it would have been a medium-fine one. So, generally I agree with Kittysafe's review.

Keeping in mind that this film was made in Argentina and reading lips as I listened, I was fascinated that most of the actors and actresses (except for the one who had been mute since childhood) spoke unaccented American English. Another reviewer referred to poor dubbing; again I beg to disagree. Nor did I find the use of hand-held cameras distracting.

My only real complaint? The poor green Dying God was so Skinny!

In a dark and decadent city, corrupt cop Sean Fallon will have to face his own demons to put an end to a series of brutal rapes and murders of the most weirdest kind. With the help of the local pimps, Fallon will go on the hunt for a serial killer...

We have B-movie celebrity Misty Mundae as Mary and genre favorite Lance Henriksen as a wheelchair-bound jerk. And that is about it.

Honestly, I felt like there was something to like about this. Dirty cops, a serial killer and prostitutes... that already makes a good story. The acting was good, as was the location scouting. But for some reason the production value just seemed bad, with the cameras coming across as cheap. And that brought it all down for me...

The monster idea was the best part of the film and what made it watchable.

The film has an interesting idea, but that's pretty much where it ends. The acting and oddity of listening to to a mix of English and French accented English in a South American industrial city is a bit too much. Sort of like watching it filmed in a French Canadian province for a story that's supposed to take place in Brazil. The lack of fit gave it that b-movie/TV quality despite a good soundtrack and believable FX.

The director and caster get responsibility for it. The stereotypical dirty cop, hookers, relationships, cigarettes, and drugs just didn't fit. It all seemed forced. Too many easy fixes that irritated me and took my focus away from the story.