VFW

A throwback designed to satisfy those with an insatiable craving for a grindhouse cover version of John Carpenter's greatest hits.

VFW is a cracking thriller, its pulse-pounding theatrics making this an agreeably bruising good time I loved every single gosh darn blood-soaked second of.

VFW ultimately lacks the cinematic flair to be truly memorable. But the film succeeds on its own terms of being a nostalgic throwback to the days when such B-movies routinely opened on double and triple bills in urban grindhouses.

"VFW" is riotously scuzzy and warmly partial to its rusty heroes.

Although it can kind of feel a bit disposable, it's got enough gore and enough excitement to get the job done.

Practical gore, violence, an adrenaline-fueled vibe, and an insanely fun cast that brings their banter, experience, and swagger all culminate in a riotous heavy metal sensory assault you'll want to inject into your veins.

Old-timer war veterans vs. drug-crazed street punks. And it does get messy.

VFW is blast. Don't miss this one.

"VFW" feels like it crawled out of a grimy, urine-soaked 1980s gutter. And I mean that in the best possible way.

VFW is a low budget, DIY festival of blood and guts. When the gas hits the pedal, it's a full throttle drive into gore fueled mayhem and it's fun as hell.