Bad baaa-stards

It had to be done. On Friday night, we went to see Black Sheep, the kiwi film about eugenically altered sheep who turn on the humans who run their farm--and any other unfortunates who stumble upon them. It's part of the lineup at the San Francisco Film Festival and conveniently was shown at a theatre in Japantown, not even 10 minutes from the apartment. I'm not a horror film fan, so I'm probably not much of a judge when it comes to the schlock variety. There was no time when I felt scared, which is a positive for me, and there were many moments of great humor--I almost weed myself when a tiny genetic mutant from a broken sample jar bit off Oliver Driver's ear. But there were some rather obvious gags--there just had to be a sheep-shagging joke, for example--and the one and only Maori character was the cliched cheeky chappie, which I found a bit disappointing. Still, you gotta love a film in which a bloodthirsty sheep gets behind the wheel of a ute and drives it off a cliff.