Two metalheads unleash a satanic riff that opens the gates of hell in this blood-splattered, heavy shredding comedy-horror. The winner of the Make My Horror Movie competition hits home shores after wowing audiences overseas.
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Deathgasm is a bloody, head-banging ball of fun, gore and soul-shaking music.
Screened as part of NZIFF 2015
Deathgasm 2015
Sep 04 | | ||
Sep 06 | |
Growing up can be hell, especially for a teenage metal fan in conservative, small-town New Zealand. Brodie (Milo Hawthorne) is shipped off to live with his Christian aunt and uncle in the middle of nowhere. They aren’t impressed with his love for the likes of Trivium and Cannibal Corpse. Things look up when he meets a like mind in bad boy Zakk (James Blake) and together they form a heavy metal band with a couple of D&D geeks. All hell, literally, breaks loose when the pair get their hands on an unrecorded song from their death metal idol. It soon becomes apparent why the song was never recorded, as everyone within earshot of their garage jam session is turned into demonic zombies. So it’s up to our head-banging heroes to, reluctantly, save the world from a satanic apocalypse. — MM
“Director Jason Lei Howden drenches it in enough spraying plasma to drown a demon and raise hysterical belly laughs. A Weta CGI effects guy by training, Howden goes practical-heavy for gory, glorious, ridiculous, and comedic effect. It also doesn’t hurt that he clearly knows his metal, mocking only what he loves. Shamelessly lowbrow, reaching a beer-fueled gleeful high with a zombie-vs-sex toys battle, it’s a very metal tribute to the grand tradition of Kiwi splatter comedies.” — Richard Whittaker, Austin Chronicle
“Deathgasm is the real deal. Straight from the bowels of hell comes a metalhead’s wet dream, scored by some of the thrashiest New Zealand and international metal icons around. Fuck thumbs, this film gets two metal horns way, WAY up.” — Matt Donato, We Got This Covered