New York gangster bang-bang

Rating: 1/10 (25 July 2017)

If you pledged your love to Harry, you will find "beasts" to be no beguiling afterlude.
This is a sweaty, bestial movie that feels like last night's deep fried chips at a cheap eatery. Are you ready for a blob-a-saurus on heat in a blundering charge at a hapless human holding a vial of mating essence?
It is grey, grey fog of blasted apartments. Your senses are doodled with by the spirits of Al Capone and his thugs. The chief characters seem to need to dampen their hankies at every scene.
Visually it is a whoosh between old steel and mushy strawberries. In a truly sooty scene we witness loyal wizards slammed to their knees by Madam President. She orders magickal handcuffs to whisk their arms behind their backs. Madam is often pleasured by punishing those who serve the system in misty-eyed obedience. In a final rancid scene, this overseer of American wizards commands her gang to blast a much-abused boy into chinks of nothingness using the might of their gun-wands.
This money-gurgler movie will spread underground slime for some years, with further editions rolling into 2024. Buy tickets if you like skinned knees. Return to Harry in re-runs paradise.