Saturday, May 23, 2026

 Isolation (2015) – Cedric Endress & El Gore.

This rather sombre iteration of low-fi Krautshock presents the brutal killing spree of a nebbish-looking serial killer (Philip Petrosky), and the boozy, burnt-out cop (Christian Fryska) increasingly desperate to apprehend him. Not altogether big on verisimilitude, since at no time does Isolation divest itself of the made by a group of film savvy, D.I.Y gorehounds aesthetic, but, frankly, it is their FU, just blow chunks attitude that lends it a ton of watchability. Primarily set within a rural German backwater of unspecified origin, the bulk of Isolation is intercutting between autistic, eerily silent lunatic at home, or outside annihilating randoms with a fuck-off stiletto, and the morose, dipso detective, stuck in a crepuscular office, drenched in whiskey and self-pity. Since the maniac is largely mute, the bulk, if not all of the dramatic content is from the handsome, if increasingly warped cop, who, jut barely pulls it off. At no point was I bored, curiously, I found myself transfixed by Isolation's 'let's gorily stab randoms up in a backyard milieu, it shouldn't work, yet, for me, it mostly does.

Isolation's main strength is its brevity, the frequent, bravura instances of home-brewed carnage, and Rene Bidmon's moody, conspicuously excellent electronic score. Isolation mimics many cheapnis Grindhouse titles of the 60s/70s, and early 80s, appropriating a similar, let's get a bunch of amenable people in one location, and either make with the old in-out, or get hella stabby! Isolation is a scrappy, prodigiously stabby, suburban S.O.V gore-blaster, and I would personally rather see another no-budget sequel to Isolation than one more paltry Hollywood remake. The cop really would be absolutely convincing playing one of Goring's more reprehensible minions, which gives Isolation's nihilistic climax a bit more credibility. The FX are crude and splashy, the performances are crude and splashy, and since at no point in my life have I ever been adverse to crude and splashy manifestations, this serially sanguineous S.O.V slasher proved especially winning.










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