Pretty Disturbing!

Live feed is superb and I have to confess to liking Roth's Hostel films (I accept that any similarities are coincidental and frankly scarce) but this is head and shoulders above. There's an organic, retro feel to Nicholson's film that dispenses with the the prescribed ' blatantly incredulous, desaturated mire and grunge sets' of modern horror that leave the viewer under no illusion that all is taking place in a warm studio somewhere. To me the ambience of the film harks back to the eighties, the rough and the ready, the lurid, neon drenched, old skool set pieces which to my mind capture the magic of feeling like that child who wandered around the 'video shop' entranced by the covers of 'Cannibal Holocaust' and 'Squirm' once again. Horror has become safe, aseptic, formulaic and peppered with 'phonecalls and long haired asian girls' and moreover it has become glossy and has lost it sense of humour: that isn't where I want it to be. I want it grainy and rough and lurid like it was in the days when horror meant something, where directors and writers made rather than re-made and being scared or shocked was paramount above glossy production values and spending a vast fortune forking out for Sarah-Michelle gellar and her ilk. As I live in the UK I cannot for the life of me purchase Gutterballs but I have seen countless shots courtesy of video hosting sites and the like and to be honest it has blown me away. Like the snuff version of Madonna's 'Hung Up' video it is the Sleepaway Camp era all over again, the leotard age and leg warmers age, the atari-generation's slasher film, raping every caveat from that era and drenching it in blood and gore. This is what horror should be, challenging, difficult, avant garde and more besides and if anyone can tell me how on earth a British man can purchase a Gutterballs DVD I will love them to death, literally.

I have read the posts on the this board and truly feel that the problem is people are watching this with today's 'prescription of horror' forefront in their minds. Watch a few good slashers from the glory days which have the same mix of gore and humour as Live Feed then bung Live Feed in the DVD player and you will appreciate the conceptual and artistic decisions the director took. Anaesthetise yourself with 'One Missed Call' or 'Captivity' then this film will hit you like a shot of epinephrine and leave you a little bewildered. We've become lazy in our production of and appetite for horror and to be fair most of what is shown of late could be aired pre-watershed without much fuss. I champion this film and the man behind it for daring to try to make me *beep* my pants. If horror isn't doing that any more it doesn't deserve to be called as such.

Viva Live Feed 2
Boy would I give my eye teeth for a 'Live Feed' T-shirt, anyone help?