Guys, this movie is bad.
But is it the sort of bad movie that you can still have fun with? Because that’s sure what it’s aiming for.
The Butchers starts off with the standard slasher fare: a stranded group of victims, and a masked killer who picks them off one by one. In this case, a group of resurrected serial killers – and the young upstart who wants to be the best of the best. Then add a former marine to the mess of survivors, who happens to be the son of a murderer and disturbingly good at killing himself. It’s nothing special, but it’s a decent mix of elements.
Sadly, the film betrays its premise before the first act. If a story is going to use historical figures like Ed Gein, Jeffery Dahmer, and Jack the Ripper, then it needs to get the facts right. It’s entirely possible that Jack the Ripper could have been a woman, but certainly not one decked out in modern bondage gear. Furthermore, none of these people were martial arts experts, as The Butchers portrays them as. These characters are portrayed more as twisted caricatures of their public personas rather than anything resembling the historical truth. The same could be said for the rest of the cast, truthfully – none of the characters are unique. All of them fit neatly into racial and gender stereotypes we’ve seen a hundred times before, each a little bit more offensive than the last.
Lastly, I’m uneasy with the ethics of using real life tragedy to promote entertainment. No matter how clownish or bizarre the killers are in The Butchers, the people they were based on had a real impact on the world. This isn’t to say that basing a horror story around historical fact is necessarily a bad thing, but it does make me wonder exactly what message the film is trying to send.
All and all, The Butchers is your average B movie. It doesn’t do anything new, and isn’t nearly as funny as it thinks. You can skip it.