Self-proclaimed "gore film", Fetus presents quite the visual feast of ghastly FX, staining basement carpets and farting demonic excrement as it chugs away in an all-too-bleak hell.

A 70 minute tale of vengeance against the medical community sees a guy that looks like Philip Seymour Hoffman if he was the roadie for Metallica mourning the death of his wife after a severely botched c-section. These doctors must have shown up drunk that day cause the procedure turned devastating pretty damn fast! Now our schlubby lone wolf wants revenge while also resurrecting his deceased wife, so he seeks Satan's help and well let me tell you folks, Calamity Ensues! (Cue the Benny Hill music!)

This was mostly a blast - the bloodshed and demonic antics were deliriously depraved, breaking right through those low-budget barriers and finding an entertaining middle-ground between Raimi's splatterific glee and Guinea Pig nightmarish excess.
There were a couple of pervy moments that deflated the giddy vibe I was getting, but really I blame the overwrought commitment to being so serious that kept this from becoming a goopy banger.
The resurrected wife's appearance at the end as a decrepit talking corpse was straight out of Return of the Living Dead and yet... not a laugh in sight... just more heavy-handed string music and intermittent flashbacks to remind you this movie is so sad.

As an FX showcase this rips hard but why are these extreme horror films so hellbent on being taken seriously? Just whip those gushing limbs at us and learn how to lighten up already.