A consistently intelligent (or at least bright), coherently constructed comedy that is on occasion a rather pointed critique of the American education system in the…
There are two varieties of death - on - the - rampage movies: the kind where you instinctively root for the meat to avoid the grinder, and the kind where you cheer for the grinder. In the gory, jokey New Zealand horror programmer "Black Sheep," you're definitely pulling for the woolly flesh-eating zombies of the title. Because the sooner the ferocious mutton-chops masticate their Kiwi prey into mincemeat, the sooner the end credits will roll.
"Black Sheep" isn't really baaaaad but it does get tedious after a while. Turns out, watching bloodthirsty livestock eat people is not all that much more fun than watching regular ones graze on vegetation. Without a more biting satirical edge (like its much sharper superiors, including "Piranha," "The Howling," "Dawn of the Dead" (1979) and "The Host," to name just a few examples), things get pretty dull after a while.
As expected, the picture begins with a pretty, establishing shot of a rolling pasture. Fluffy sheep sweep across the placid landscape like low-lying cumulus -- if clouds could be herded by dogs. Then (surprise!) things take a quick turn for the ugly. Within minutes, a boy ax-murders his little brother's pet sheep, dresses up in its bloody carcass to terrorize the younger child, and their father dies in an unrelated "accident."
This leaves us with a fair-haired little brother, Henry (Nathan Meister), who grows up to be lamb-o-phobic, and an evil big brother, Angus (Bruce Campbell -- er, Peter Feeney), who continues the family lineage through unethical genetic experimentation in the hopes that the Oldfield sheep will one day surpass the illustrious breeds (the Marino, the Romney, the Drysdale) that "young men in the land recite as they take themselves off at night."