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It would be sacrilege to say that this English-language remake of Who Would Kill A Child? was better than the original.Would it now?Well then burn me at the stake because this one takes the sadistic Creepy Kid Apocalypse cake!It isn't actually a remake, technically, since the both movies are independent adaptations of the same novel.And each belongs to its era. If you like one you must like the other.It's just that this one is better. Just by a hair.Each is a product of its times. Who Would Kill A Child? was the offspring, I think, of Cannibal Holocaust and Cannibal Ferox. Still globe trotting, yes, but so much more mellow. No animal torture here to spoil the vibe, man. Dig the rays before the kiddos eat your guts out. It's that Fulci territory I've barely explored...Dr Butcher MD, Anthropophagus, that's about all I've seen. But they're a wonderful escape, willing to grant a few sunbaked moments in philosophical contemplation of what it could mean, a woman where sweet looking children giggle as they slaughter their elders.This is a post-9/11, post Chris Nolan WWKAC? It's edgy. Time is limited. Full of real-world survival thinking. No time to wonder why, except for in the blood curdling shrieks of Vinessa Shaw.Oh. Did you not hear that?Vinessa Shaw.Holy Elmer Fudd, that woman has it going on. In a sun-drenched, Victoria's Secret descending to Laura Ashley for expecting moms, paprika freckles glowing above that baby bump covered in clean white cotton twill.And then she goes into labor. Or rather, the kid is killing her from within the womb.I whipped out my phone and took about 27 shots just of her convulsing. Wow. To have been a maggot in the corpse during that shoot.Maggot in the corpse? Get it? Like "fly on the wall?"—Isn't fly on the wall gross enough?Anyway, it's an amazing orgy of tragic beauty in her death throes...and then the final big confrontation on the pier, and you can tell that the cinematographer has used every available frame because all the others catch the children's sh*t-eating grins as they throw themselves at Ebon Moss-Bachrach's last-stand-survivor's homicidal sweeps with his big wooden oar, one end splintered and soaked in the blood of child impalements.So, it's a toss up, but I like this one better.