They Don’t Cut the Grass Anymore (1985)

They Don’t Cut the Grass Anymore (1985)

Redneck Texas gardeners Jacob (a creepy mute portrayal by Adam Berke) and Billy Buck (broadly overplayed with hysterical eye-rolling relish by John Smihula) go to Long Island in search of work. Offended by the stuck-up smugness of their spoiled rotten yuppie clients, the deranged duo decide to embark on a vicious killing spree.

Writer/director Nathan Schiff pokes gleefully wicked fun at the greed, selfishness, and shallowness of the 80's yuppie craze while maintaining a steady pace and a blithely twisted mean-spirited tone throughout. Moreover, Schiff goes delightfully overboard with the outrageous and excessive in-your-face explicit splatter: Intestines are unraveled, a spear gets shoved where the sun doesn't shine, faces are demolished, skulls get cracked open, eyes are torn out, and so on in a lingering manner that's really something to behold. The primitive no-frills filmmaking style and eager, yet amateurish acting give this picture a pleasingly raw immediacy. Cool ironic ending, too. A satisfying slice of vintage 80's dimestore splatter trash. (IMDB Woodyanders) V&D