This was one of the last films I ever got to watch with my mum, and so it holds special memories for me. Mostly memories of laughing and going "whaaa?" and "whoa!" and being amazed at the effects; for what they're meant to convey, they're damn good. Of course, they were done by the fine folks over at WETA Workshop.
Okay, on to the film itself. Black Sheep tells the story of Henry, a man who is returning to the large sheep station where he grew up to sell his interest to his brother, Angus. You see, after a pair of childhood traumas, Henry has developed an almost paralyzing phobia of sheep. Yes, sheep. Wooly, fuzzy, cutsey-wutesy baa-lambs.
As Henry is arriving at the station with his friend Tucker, a pair of environmental activists, Grant and Experience, are sneaking onto the property, convinced that Angus is conducting cruel experiments on the sheep. They're right; with the help of some genetic scientists, Angus is attempting to breed a sort of super-sheep. Unfortunately, the effected sheep now carnivorous and their bite conveys an infection which turns victims into half-sheep monstrosities. Can Henry, Tucker, or anyone else, stop the flock before it's too late?
Black Sheep is half nature-gone-wrong flick, half zombie flick, with some pinches of zoophilia, fart humor, and a dip in an offal pit thrown in for good measure. It's not the single greatest film ever made, but it's good for a fun movie night gathering if you want thrills, laughter, and just the right amount of easy horror.
Using my patented Angela-from-Sleepaway-Camp rating system, I give Black Sheep
Three screaming Angelas.
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