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From Jim Isaac, director of JASON X, comes what�s almost certainly the wildest American horror film of the year. It�s a killer monster pig film. It�s a psycho-hog biker film. It�s a city-dwellers-ambushed-in-redneck-hell film. It�s a hippie sex film. Baby, it�s PIG HUNT! And you could just tell it�s coming from the man who put Jason in space! This time, he�s gone indie and worked outside the Hollywood system to create an exploitation hybrid without limits that that�s funny, tense and surprising, with one seriously cool monster pig at its centre and enough unapologetic raunch and violence to make a studio executive�s eyes bleed.

Deep country bliss turns into punishing green hell when Jack, his girlfriend and a group of buddies head out from San Francisco for a getaway weekend of pig-hunting (!) at the middle-of-nowhere ranch of his recently deceased uncle. They learn about a ravenous 3,000-pound black boar that resides in the area. It�s known as the Ripper and, well, it�s a freaking 3,000-pound black boar! Before they even reach their destination, they rub a heavily armed local gang the wrong way. They arrive at the ranch and it�s been vandalized. A red spray-painted message warns that �death walks on all fours.� No matter, Jack and the gang are going pig-hunting! Another word would smash into spoiler territory, but you should know that the film evolves in radical, crazy ways and by the time the credits roll, you�ll have seen a violent mash-up that crosses paths with everything from DELIVERANCE, GRIZZLY and THE ROAD WARRIOR to your favourite stoner death-cult pics! Most astonishing of all is how it takes you there, gradually treading away from the character-driven and plausible into something so outlandish and supercharged it will rocket you clean through the roof. Isaac calls it �cinematic punkabilly� and we can definitely vibe with that. Watch out for an off-the-hook performance by Primus�s Les Claypool, who got so into his role that he actually broke a finger during a take and kept right on going!

—Mitch Davis