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It's going to be a big step for young Naomi (Alice Mulholland) and
Daniel (Rishky Patel) - they want to move in together in their first own
flat, and the place they are viewing seems to be as close to perfect as
can be ... until the nice real estate agent (Simon Berry) shows them the
master bedroom, which he pretty much promises to be the crown jewel of the
place - but the room's riddled with corpses, and before you know it, the
agent has knocked out Naomi and Daniel with a hammer, and is quick to kill
and get rid of Daniel. Naomi he keeps though as his companion and maybe
mascot, tied up in the flat's master bedroom, where he frequently ushers
in young flat-seekers just like Naomi, only to kill them before her very
eyes. Why does he do it? Because he has fallen out of touch with the
"young generation"? Because he envies today's youth for their
comparatively privileged position, and carefree attitude? Because he's
just grown sick and tired of telling the same thing with the same smile
again and again to under-appreciative customers? Maybe a bit of all the
above? But whatever it is, how to escape him? If you're
presently looking for a new place to live, then you might rather not watch
this one, as this is a mean little film with lots of blood that's made
even more gruesome by the killer's very cynical attitude paired with the
lack of a clear motive. But that said, the film is not just a nihilistic
series of killings as such but does give its victims character that goes
far beyond just cannonfodder status, and this way even achieves some light
moments (like the lesbian couple straining the real estate agent's nerves
by showing not the slightest intention to go into the master bedroom) and
shows a lot of colour throughout - which of course makes the film's
violence only all the more shocking without going all slaughterhouse. Again,
a mean film, but if you're into a bit of meanness, horror-style, then this
one might be perfect for you.
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