NeoPulps

I became a fan of Anthony E. Moran (AKA The Motorcity Moster) by reading his articles in Midnight Magazine. He's my favorite writer in that zine, and his style has the Gonzo energy of Hunter Thompson. When I found out he was an Indie Filmmaker, I immediately went and bought his two films. They did not disappoint, made me admire the dude even more, to the point I'm now calling him Uncle Tony.

He's the type of time-traveling artist who makes you forget this terrible decade and reminds you of how great movies used to be.

Let Us In! Just starts as soon as you pop it into your player, advising you: This film should be played loud! That's when you know you're in for something good.

The plot builds the tension slowly, with interconnecting stories that play out through desolated roads and sidewalks lit only by streetlights.

You'll start to wonder how they were able to shoot those scenes on a small budget. The ghost town-like neighborhood where the action takes place heightens the creepy vibe, which goes along great with the blue and pink colors that illuminate the screen on some of the indoor scenes, making it all seem like it's coming from the pages of a Tales from The Crypt comic.

The actors are damn good, naturally reacting to what's happening around them, adding to the fast-paced horror that will remind you of some of the claustrophobic home invasion aspects of Night of the Living Dead. I highly recommend this film. Get it on VHS or DVD as it was meant to be seen.

Some of the actions of the metal/punk killers reminded me of the crimes of Jeffrey Dahmer, Richard Ramirez, Richard Chase, the Hillside Stranglers and even Ricky Kasso.

Not that I know anything about that stuff.

But what really surprised me was the esoteric knowledge the plot shows, like mentions of Saturn, Tarot cards, and blood rituals.

Some of the stand out scenes are a live metal show, a stray cat carcass being eaten from a pizza box, the great twist ending, and the main character brutally beating a woman, drinking her blood, then pulling out a guitar and starting to sing. That one it's such a randomly bizarre scene that it creeped the hell out of me.

The other scene that got to me was when a guy got shot in front of a poster of the classic John Waters's film Pecker. Now why would anyone ruin a perfectly good poster like that? Seeing blood dripping down Eddy's paper face reminded of some childhood nightmares where young John Conner would get killed at the end of T2.

The scenes of David the rock Nelson gives you a much needed break from the disturbing horror. Nelson is like a funny Uncle reassuring you that everything is alright, that it was all just a nightmare and that John Conner didn't really get his brains blown off in T2. This is another SOV gem from blood sick productions.