“The good book says he shall reap what he shall sow. Well, look at the lot of you! You’re a bunch of bad seeds! Well, you’ve ruined my life and now I’ve just ruined your dinner ahahaha!”

From the man who brought us one of the worst films ever with one of the coolest titles ever (The Rats Are Coming! The Werewolves Are Here!) comes a diabolically trashy, heavily incestuous, downright fucking devious, murder mystery. It’s like a grimy back alley theatre performance, cheap as all fuck but brimming with raw style and talent.

“A priest! That’s a laugh! There’s not much of that left in me. You’ve taken care of that…”

Took me a while to get accustomed to the jarring look and feel and the sound quality that felt like splintered wood in my ears. I still dunno who all the characters were and who was related and who wasn’t. So many strong-jawed, brunette men and short-haired, brunette, boobs-out woman. I needed a chart to show all the connections (I looked but couldn’t find one).

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I intruding?”
“No, it’s all in the family.”

Maggie Rogers’ tyrannical mother character is insane and every line from her mouth is dripping with contempt. The dialogue is all deliciously wicked. Literally everyone is cracked. It’s a real curious watch. 

“You’re a bad seed, the whole bunch of you are bad seeds.”
“A bad seed comes from a diseased plant.”