An archeologist (John Beringen) has found the skull of Frisian king
Sigurd, who ruled the Netherlands in the Middle Ages, was then thrown out
of the country but used black magic to avenge himself. The archeologist
believes though the skull has Satanic powers, becomes a prophet and
builds himself an army to conquer the world ... yet he also has a very bad
temper, which means he mostly brutally tortures or even kills his own
soldiers. Also, he has chosen an area as training grounds for his army
that is constantly visited by youngsters, drug addicts, documentary
filmmakers and the like. All
of them of course need to be killed - but the archeologist or prophet if
you may isn't too good at what he's doing, so of all people the person
least likely to, constantly stoned drugdealer Björn, escapes without even
knowing he's running from someone. One day, King Sigurd sends the
prophet the Devil's daughter to procreate, but the Devil's daughter is
less than willing to have sex with him, and thus he tries to tame her -
but his idiotic brothers help her escape, and she makes them kill each
other as a thank you ... The prophet has finally tracked down stoned
Björn, whom he regards as a threat to his plans, and plans to kill him,
but unfortunately, the Devil's daughter has tracked down Björn as well,
and she cold-bloodedly kills the prophet before turning her attention to
Björn ... The film's introduction - which looks like something
out of a cheap porn flick (no nudity here though) - and the epilogue -
where various people heap criticism on the film and are killed for it -
are by far the funniest parts of the film. The main narrative of the
film on the other hand is rather mediocre, pretty much your typical piece
of micro-budget slasher cinema with of course lots of gore, mostly
undertalented actors and comedy that doesn't necessarily equal laughs.
That's not to say Frisian Terror is the worst ever indie-slasher,
there are far worse out there, believe me, but if you haven't seen this
one you haven't missed much either.
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