Review – Zoo

Ick ick ick ick ick. This made me want to buy a cleaning disc to scrub my DVD player out. Director Robinson Devor – who evidently has spent way too much time watching Errol Morris movies – serves up a slickly-produced, re-enactment-intensive documentary about zoophiles who have sex with horses. Sadly, Devor and company appear to have missed the point Morris was trying to make with his documentaries about controversial events and people such as Fred Leuchter. Rather than making the subject seem multi-faceted and interesting, all the fancy lighting and laconic pace accomplish here is to boldly accent how disgusting the subjects are. It doesn’t help that the whole thing centers around a man – known within the four corners of the documentary only as Mr. Hands despite the public availability of his actual name – who died of internal injuries resulting from indulging his particular passion. The dead guy and his friends spent time downloading bestiality porn, collecting bestiality movies, and having horse-screwing sex parties at the farm owned by a couple of the guys in the group. Thus they come across solely as perverts, close cousins to child molesters. Though the running time was a brief 76 minutes, it was still far too long to have to spend in the company of such people. Ick. See if desperate