I would say that HALF-CASTE would be more appropriately titled HALF-ASSED (that's wide open), but that would lead potential viewers to think that one redeemable thing could possibly be construed as entertainment from this complete bore of self indulgence that garners more self pity for the lame ass geeks that bought a low end camcorder then proceeded to permeate the racks of my local video store with this selectiom from the utter bowels of ineptitude.
If you think the "based on a true story" craze has bottomed out, you haven't seen anything yet. What there is of a story (and any term is used in the complete loosest sense) centers around a group of (?), lets be nice and say people, as they try to make a mockumentary on a supposed real African myth about a creature that's half animal and human. What transpires is the most audaciously retardeded attempt at humor that's ever rotted the retinas. It's akin to blowing snot out of your nose then laughing, which I kid you not is employed here at one point by a guy whose receeding hair line indicates he's every bit of thirty five. And who ever knew that burning elephant shit and breathing it cures headaches? You'll find yourself snickering at the sad turns at dramatic acting that's funnier than the suppossed jokes.
Bad film afficionados will question their lot as shots drift in and out of focus. Actors' heads are cut in half by the framing when the handhelds aren't jerking in circles. At the mid-way point during a conversation about the HALF-ASS a printed definition of lycanthrope (?) cuts in. Not that you'd miss anything. You know the little fx button stocked on most camcorders? Here the ole' Trail, Flash, and Lumi are liberally used throughout (probably because the guy thought they were cool).
When it's mercifully over I was reminded of every second I set and watched this turd painstakingly flush down the toilet and of a preview trailer at the beginning from this same company for something called FEAR OF THE DARK where the cliched tagline "your worst fear" is used at nuseum, but after HALF-ASSED I'll heed the warning.
If you think the "based on a true story" craze has bottomed out, you haven't seen anything yet. What there is of a story (and any term is used in the complete loosest sense) centers around a group of (?), lets be nice and say people, as they try to make a mockumentary on a supposed real African myth about a creature that's half animal and human. What transpires is the most audaciously retardeded attempt at humor that's ever rotted the retinas. It's akin to blowing snot out of your nose then laughing, which I kid you not is employed here at one point by a guy whose receeding hair line indicates he's every bit of thirty five. And who ever knew that burning elephant shit and breathing it cures headaches? You'll find yourself snickering at the sad turns at dramatic acting that's funnier than the suppossed jokes.
Bad film afficionados will question their lot as shots drift in and out of focus. Actors' heads are cut in half by the framing when the handhelds aren't jerking in circles. At the mid-way point during a conversation about the HALF-ASS a printed definition of lycanthrope (?) cuts in. Not that you'd miss anything. You know the little fx button stocked on most camcorders? Here the ole' Trail, Flash, and Lumi are liberally used throughout (probably because the guy thought they were cool).
When it's mercifully over I was reminded of every second I set and watched this turd painstakingly flush down the toilet and of a preview trailer at the beginning from this same company for something called FEAR OF THE DARK where the cliched tagline "your worst fear" is used at nuseum, but after HALF-ASSED I'll heed the warning.
