Remember those ghost stories that our Scout Leaders would drum up as we gathered round the campfire? Well whoever thought Mary’s little lamb would be a killer?! Here comes the summer’s surprise hit “Black Sheep” not about some sexually wild Uncle in our family, but instead about some herd of docile sheep turned “Violence of the Lambs!” The story opens in New Zealand on two brothers – think Cain and Abel – and the unexpected death of their father. Fast forward fifteen years later, and the younger brother, Henry (Nathan Meister) finds himself in serious therapy for his childhood hauntings of woolly creatures. When Henry comes to visit his brother Angus (Peter Feeney) – the mastermind of a plot-gone-wrong from a genetic scientific experience – all hell breaks loose on the farm. That’s because Grant (Oliver Driver) and his girlfriend, Experience (Danielle Mason) are enivornmentalist on a save-the-sheep mission. These two inept characters alone are worth the price of admittance – part vagan, part save the whales – they cover every activist issue known to man. While the movie brings new heights to the words ‘squeamish’ its never taken serious enough to be scarey. Instead it does a fabulous job of bahhhhhhhh-lancing out a screwball spoof that is part funny and part fake fright. It’s “Blair Witch” hype all over again in a genre both original and entertaining. Screen Queen gives it 4 out of 4 tiaras for originality and entertainment.
