Bunnyman Massacre – Bloody Rabbits and Coffee-Scented Regret

So, I sat down last Saturday (it rained såklart, midsummer style), with a bowl of OLW and, well, a pretty naive excitement for “Bunnyman Massacre” (2014). Directed by Carl Lindbergh, who’s, eh, not exactly Ruben Östlund, but hey – sometimes you just want to watch a bloke in a gigantic bunny suit hacking up folks in the middle of nowhere. Stars like David Scott and Joshua Lang aren’t exactly household names in Skövde, but you notice pretty quickly that the acting isn’t going to carry this film.

I admit, the opening scenes, with those desolate American backroads and scratchy radio, remind me a bit of driving through Småland late at night. But instead of a moose hazard, here comes a giant, blood-splattered hare with a chainsaw. Honestly, it’s ridiculous – and there’s some charm in that, like terrible 90s Swedish TV ads that are so bad they become addictive.

Now, let’s be real, the plot is thinner than a 1970s cloakroom ticket. People get lost, bunny pops up, chaos, and then repeat till the point you kind of root for the bunny to get a fika break. The gore is loud, sometimes hilarious (the practical effects are very hemmaplan, looks like ketchup from ICA).

One time in highschool, my polare Stefan wore a bunny suit at Valborg. He got stuck in the brambles and we left him there ‘till midnight, singing Evert Taube… Watching this, it weirdly took me back. Who knew I’d get nostalgic from a horror flick?

You’re not getting deep cinema here, but if you’re with your mates, chips everywhere, and maybe a schnapps or two, it’s a laugh. As long as you don’t expect Bergman, you’re safe. Or, well, as safe as you can be with a psycho bunny running around.

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