The central characters in The Violent Kind sure don't conform to the 'ugly, burly, leather-clad, bandana-wearing thug with unkempt beard and long unwashed hair' biker stereotype: best friends Q and Cody (Cory Knauf), members of tough Northern Californian gang 'The Crew', look like aspiring Levi's models, sporting carefully tousled hair and designer stubble.
Q's hard living, heavy drinking and brawling clearly hasn't prevented him from maintaining a strict fitness regime at the local gym, giving him a chiselled physique that has helped him bag a model-standard girlfriend in the form of brunette hottie Shade (Taylor Cole). Most of the time, Q and his pals hang out in their nice suburban house, but when the guys like to party hearty, they do so at a cosy woodland retreat that belongs to Q's biker mum (not a bad property portfolio for a family with no visible means of support other than some petty drug-dealing).
While this easy-on-the-eye cast is obviously going to give The Violent Kind broader appeal than a bunch of fat men with walrus whiskers and some fugly biker chicks, I really wish that The Butcher Brothers, the guys behind this indie horror, hadn't succumbed to such a trite Hollywood-ism—in my opinion, the superficiality of the pretty boy bikers and their gorgeous girls robs the film of any credibility.
After lots of unconvincing guff that struggles but fails to prove to viewers just how ruthless and reckless Q and Cody can be despite their appearances (the guys get in a couple of scraps, Q has rough sex with Shade, and the guys attend a wild biker party), the film finally starts living up to the quotes on the box that claim it to be brutal, bloody and just a bit bonkers: Cody's slutty ex, Michelle (Tiffany Shepis), inexplicably becomes possessed, bringing her to the attention of some undead rockabillies from another dimension/outer space, who strip her naked for some kind of bizarre occult ritual—but only after a spot of torturing and killing.
While none of this really makes much sense, at least its a damn sight more entertaining than all that faux bad boy biker crap. 5.5 out of 10, rounded up to 6 for IMDb.
Q's hard living, heavy drinking and brawling clearly hasn't prevented him from maintaining a strict fitness regime at the local gym, giving him a chiselled physique that has helped him bag a model-standard girlfriend in the form of brunette hottie Shade (Taylor Cole). Most of the time, Q and his pals hang out in their nice suburban house, but when the guys like to party hearty, they do so at a cosy woodland retreat that belongs to Q's biker mum (not a bad property portfolio for a family with no visible means of support other than some petty drug-dealing).
While this easy-on-the-eye cast is obviously going to give The Violent Kind broader appeal than a bunch of fat men with walrus whiskers and some fugly biker chicks, I really wish that The Butcher Brothers, the guys behind this indie horror, hadn't succumbed to such a trite Hollywood-ism—in my opinion, the superficiality of the pretty boy bikers and their gorgeous girls robs the film of any credibility.
After lots of unconvincing guff that struggles but fails to prove to viewers just how ruthless and reckless Q and Cody can be despite their appearances (the guys get in a couple of scraps, Q has rough sex with Shade, and the guys attend a wild biker party), the film finally starts living up to the quotes on the box that claim it to be brutal, bloody and just a bit bonkers: Cody's slutty ex, Michelle (Tiffany Shepis), inexplicably becomes possessed, bringing her to the attention of some undead rockabillies from another dimension/outer space, who strip her naked for some kind of bizarre occult ritual—but only after a spot of torturing and killing.
While none of this really makes much sense, at least its a damn sight more entertaining than all that faux bad boy biker crap. 5.5 out of 10, rounded up to 6 for IMDb.