Self Distributed Trash

There are three ways to completely destroy the power of a film without
touching the story and those are through sound, sight, and mind. If a
movie sounds great, you have captured some of your audience. If it
looks good as well, you have captured even more and finally, if you can
keep them mentally involved than you, as a director, should have most
to all of the audience in your hands. Sadly, Filthy did none of the
above. The sound was horrendous. Synchronizing your actor's voices to
match what they were saying when filming and the emotions they were
feeling is not hard. Apparently, director Andy decided robots could
make this English spoken poorly dubbed in English feature. I found
myself laughing whenever anyone opened their mouth. I couldn't tell if
anyone was actually interested in what was happening, or if the amount
of beer drinking that occurred before the dubbing was finally taking
effect. Second, the sight of this film was just as bad as the voices.
No apparent acting classes were needed from any of the actors or from
the killers. There needs to be some level of class with the both the
actors and killers, but in this film there were not. Everyone else
seemed like they were going through the actions that were given to them
that minute and trying to remember what exactly they were doing. There
were no genuine moments in this film visually, just non-actors
remembering to be robots. Finally, the mental involvement is key. I am
not talking about just story here, because you can have a bad story but
still keep people guessing for more. I am talking about just the
apparent want to see what happens. Does your audience want to see what
is going to happen next? In this film, my answer would be "no". The
ending does not provide any moments of shock. It is just unoriginal,
flat, amateurish, idiotic, and mediocre...well just like the
filmmakers.