Lumberjack Man (2015)

*1/2
Well, Josh Bear's After Dark Horrorfest 2015's offering, Lumberjack Man, certainly includes a number of slasher fan friendly content but its persistence in overacting comedy and keeping the tone in the stupids eventually wore out it's welcome with me. It aims to tickle your funny bone, needle your fix for gore and brutality (albeit through unconventionally absurd means), and fondle your urges for naked females. Developed back story for Lumberjack Man is he has a family recipe and is a logger. Simple man who offered this visitor pancakes and syrup and was murdered by him when he wouldn't turn over the recipe. He returns from the dead, this hulking monster with axes to wield and superhuman strength used to obliterate. When he beats to a pulp one victim with a giant pancake and twists another into a pretzel, any horror fan could well accept that this is excess and nonsense advisably unworthy of serious critique or of any form of contemplative write-up. It has a church camp satirized, lampooned, gadzooked, parodied, and ridiculed in the jolliest and heartiest of ways. One of the kids mimicking Jesus in full crucifixion garb has his head smashed into a billboard. A camp counselor locks away kids in the lunchroom to be victims because he's scared and not thinking clearly as a few others urge him to...he later unknowingly walks into a blade between two trees severing his lower torso, watching his own legs leave his own body, squirting blood and flopping to the ground! The axe does swing and it does land...a lot. A gun is unloaded by a deputy on him, Michael Madsen, in a spirited mood, is knowledgeable of the killer and provides insight to survivors on him, and he rips out breast implants from a counselor (!) that bounce into the face of a fey gay man (his gayness quite a reach for laughs, certain to bother some, if not many) causing him to trip to the floor with the knife in his hand leaving momentarily only to return right into his throat! That the camp's location is on bad ground, and the route to his defeat ironically associates with what he's known for...lathered all over Ciara Flynn! Mangled bodies, bloody red meat, and fresh supply of titties; what many might consider an endorsement, if you are not a fan of desperately seeking laughs then this will alter those expectations a great deal. Because this film is like a hammer of Thor with its presentation, whether or not you're so inclined to enjoy its distinct lack of restraint describes your attraction to content certain of us consider too dopey and silly for our tastes.