Gory 'film-within-a-film' opening scene aside, Inbred takes a bloody age to get to the good stuff and could never be accused of being all that original, the 'city-folk falling foul of rural maniacs' plot-line borrowing heavily from many sources: The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, The League of Gentlemen, 2000 Maniacs, Hostel, Wrong Turn, and Straw Dogs, to name just a few.
However, it's all well worth the wait, Chandon finally opening the violence valves and lifting the splatter sluice gates after forty-five minutes to transform proceedings into a gloriously demented, blood-drenched piece of xenophobic craziness that more than lives up to the gory hype. True, some of the CGI is less than perfect, but with the level of nastiness set so high, it really doesn't matter: it's easy to ignore the occasional dodgy effect when people are being hideously mutilated with such regularity, enthusiasm and imagination.
Chandon pulls out the stops to entertain in the worst possible taste, with amazingly twisted characters and a catalogue of carnage that is truly staggering, including a fantastic beheading with a meat cleaver, numerous shot gun blasts to the head and torso, a horse stomping a skull, chainsaw dismemberment, and a really disgusting 'slurry pump body explosion'. The only thing he forgets to include is some gratuitous female nudity; even Emily Booth, who has a brief cameo, keeps all of her clothes on!
