Los Angeles 2014. Heinous, brutal and beautifully bloody. This is the year the horror genre will be slaughtered, all courtesy of the mind ofMatt Farnsworthand his murder crew. With Matt at the helm as Captain, and the assembled sickos that have been called forth, film history has been pioneered to new delicious levels of depravity. I am proud and slightly terrified to have been so graciously invited and accepted to be a part of this soul shredding and sometimes surreal experience, and to be afforded the opportunity to participate in the making of this next journey, The Orphan Killer 2 Bound x Blood.
My first night found me sweltering and anxious to see what seemed to be the talk of many an excited TOK Family member, mostly around the proverbial blood bucket. The madness was a bloody haze as I joined the TOK Murder Crew, and watched a most vicious death played out in front of my eyes. I had my proof, my fear was founded as I observed The Messenger of Pain himself dish out a death to be proud of. The past few evenings have taught me more than I could have hoped for; lessons at the hands of our Cruel Creator himself, a promise of what was to come. He has shown me The Path, lit the way with his candor and truth, and filled my heart with terror as my own mortality is bearing down, drawing ever closer. At times the shadow of the axe has weighed heavily on my dark soul.
Tonight is my 4th and final night in this location, a sprawling and still busy working factory in the industrial section of Los Angeles. Around me is a veritable river of immense talent unlike I’ve seen before or am likely to see again. And here, in this place, I find the madness turned reality, surrounded by a small crew, all who move together like a well oiled thrasher. They churn out gold, bloody chocolate and with relative ease, all parts of the whole that will result in the bloodiest and most stomach turning film horror has ever seen. And it is now, in the shadows observing that I truly cherish the term, Death By Association. Is there any other way to go?
It’s with the greatest love and respect that I pronounce Matt to be a truly sick fuck. Tonight’s kill is brutal in ways droolworthy, and I am becoming increasingly disturbed and deeply sickened. As the end draws near, I find it cumulating into something magical. That’s right. Magical. What I see is the mind of a master, the vision of what is alive behind the blues of our King, playing out with the intensity of a nuclear explosion.
Babysister, that Slasherlicious beauty, is beyond cruel, perhaps evil in her impetuous desires to lay waste to those that had enticed her wrath. And she slays with abandon, her Monster well established and remarkably well versed in the ways of Murder. Watching Diane Fostermove is much like observing a sinuous rabid kitten, purring and snarling her way into your deepest nightmares and lustful dreams. I both fear and desire her attentions, knowing that she does not save anyone who attracts her eye, and wishing it even so.
Big brother, The Orphan Killer brings his killer ways to new heights, encouraging his babysister, indulgently, and coaching her on the ways of the superhuman anti-hero. Matt Horwichbrings new depth of character to Marcus Miller; Bigger, badder and ultimately more brutal, while maintaining his emotionless demeanour. Clutching his axe in his grip, ever the threatening painbringer, he will drive you to your knees, before driving it into your back.
Prepare yourself for the coming of a new and horrific wave of goretastic delights. With double the kills, double the brutality and double the killers, and from what I have gleaned thus far, The Orphan Killer 2, Bound x Blood is sure to please the black heart of any horror fan. Visit The Orphan Killer Store today for all your official TOK Merchandise.