Most factories make nice things like boxes, flowers and/or puppies. This factory, however, makes a carbonated chemical that mutates the living. No, it’s not Bud Light™. Regardless, I would still like to work there.
An uptight female chemical maker worker gets her DNA in a knot and quits because this isn’t a cuddly animal-making chemical. Too bad she got infected with it before she quit. Her brain gone for a spin around the block on two wheels and transformed into a female Edward Scissorhands with pointy teeth and Goth hair, she makes her way back to the factory and kills everyone.
The place shuts down for some unknown reason. A few years later a bunch of college kids decide to party there because hey, chemicals! According to clichéd horror plot device #101, Deathy stalks the stupid college kids, who by virtue of being stupid college kids, have to die horrible and gory deaths. It’s in the school handbook. Higher education = lower IQs.
Nicely executed (sorry) gore, but Death Factory’s (2002) story line is so hack I could’ve directed it myself. Nice to see bare boobs filling up some plot holes, though. And Deathy is a well-designed creaturette. Too bad she didn’t kill the script writer.