83/100
Zombie's angriest - and best - endeavor yet, as he capitalizes and mushes his own brand of depraved, slimy violence into something interior in motive. Nothing is plainly for viscera, and spectacle is a haunted daydream. Each ax swing and chainsaw rip is the endpoint seen through terror, death, and loss. Zombie no longer cares about pleasure or titillation (that doesn't mean he won't give it to you, of course), showcasing brutalized, exploitative guts *after* the final breath whispers out of someone's throat instead. Our heroes may be loud and foul-mouthed, but they're genuine people, and their lives matter. Seeing blood splatter against the industrial pipes - a detail which seems endless in the Hellish landscape where the characters…