This film crosses the line of bad taste pretty early and keeps going to the point where you must abandon all hope and lose yourself in one of the most delightful gore-fests put to screen. Eviscerated internal organs that gain life, kicking ass for Christ, and lawnmowers. It needs to be seen to be believed. It needs to be seen period. Don’t try to reconcile this Peter Jackson with the one that directed The Lord of the Rings. Your brain will slide out of your ears… and then attack.