Saturday, October 3, 2015

Someone's tired of their shit....

Crazy Bitches



    A bunch of vain, snotty, somewhat aesthetically pleasing womens head to a remote cabin....Jesus, didn't we just do this?...anyhoo, new victims, new cabin. No beavers. Just a bunch of catty, self-centered...um...bitches. And clearly someone is tired of their shit because they start dropping off like flys, all according to their vanity. And that's good, because you will hate every one of them and pray for their deaths. Well, maybe not pray, but you won't be saddened very much.

Death by shoe impaling
Death by scalping
Death by choking on pearls
Death by applying acid to face.
Death by beating
Death by suicide
Death by stabbing/drawing

    This is billed as a horror comedy, but it only had a couple of chuckle-worthy moments. And honestly, I didn't even do that. I might have smiled once after a deadpan comment was made. This really was a film not worthy of it's quirky title.



Sunday: "That's no corpse. That's an anemic rocking chair GODDESS.

Friday, October 2, 2015

Gwaah!!!Fucking dolls! Burn them ALL!!!

Pinocchio's Revenge

     This little crap-fest was made almost 20 years ago by people that don't know what a horror movie is. Or looks like. The proof of this bold statement follows:

     We start out with a flashback of an officer stumbling upon a man burying a body of a young boy. After this man is arrested, crime scene people scour the area and dig up a wooden puppet (read: doll). Flash forward to current times and we see a public defender acting as attorney for the man that was caught burying the young child. This is starting to feel like Pet Cemetery, but much worse. And that's something I didn't think possible. Really, I shouldn't be this bored 15 minutes into the movie. Anyhoo, the man is convicted and executed (he wanted to be), and then that Goddamn puppet shows up out of nowhere and for some reason the PD takes it home. Really, I thought evidence wasn't to leave police possession, but this is a really just a USA Network made for TV movie in disguise, so plot realism isn't' even a second thought. It's somewhere down around “what socks should I wear today?”
     Once the puppet is brought home, the daughter latches on to it and treats it like a member of the family. And that's when the kinda creepy (but sure as hell NOT scary) things happen. Actually, it's just a bunch of shadow play, lighting flashes when there's clearly no storm anywhere near the house, and I'm just bored to tears. The first of only 2 deaths finally happens at the 1 hour, 9 minute mark. And that was just simply turning off a mans life support. I waited over an hour to see a soft death. Sooooo boooooring! More stuff happens, some nanny dies, and the climax ends with the doll chasing Mommy: Public Defender and Notary around the house with a knife. When mommy defeats the doll, she suddenly realizes it's actually her daughter. I guess. I don't really know because I stopped paying attention quite a while ago. Our fadeout is of MPD&N and daughter in a hospital/mental ward with the creepy dead, soulless eyes of the puppet doll super imposed over them while they argue with the doctor over the sanity of the youngin'.

     This is a 96 minute dry hump featuring one of the most awkward lovemaking scenes I've ever witnessed. And at the 40 minute mark, I saw pubic hair in a shower scene that served nobody. Nobody wanting to see T&A would have sat that long into the movie, so what the hell was the point? And the actors? There was only one, and that was the little daughter. Everyone else was an emotionless tool that over-acted to compensate. Really, you have to see it to believe it. But don't. Just. Don't.

Saturday: Bitches be all like that and stuff.....


Thursday, October 1, 2015

It Begins....

It's 2015. I've waited a whole year to do this. Less talky, more movies! Let's begin with...


Zombeavers

*insert juvenile comment about female reproductive organs here
      In a surprise to nobody, I'm rooting for the zombeavers....I knew this would happen just by the title. The film starts out with two rednecks transporting some mystery medical waste and predictably, one of the canisters is jostled loose when said rednecks hit a deer (This is to be the funniest scene in the movie). The canister falls into a lake or river, lands in a beaver dam, springs a leak, and that's when we meet the most likable characters in the film. And that's no exaggeration: The males are complete dude-bros, the women are trying to be cool and witty, but somehow utter the word 'beotch' in 2014. These terrible examples of a younger generation deserve every horrible thing that befalls them. These include, but not limited to: severed foot, tree crushing, human-turned-zombeaver mauling, penis severing, and auto impaling.      Even with some characters dying twice (once normal, once more after zombeaverfication), it still wasn't enough. It needed more death. Their deaths...over and over.
Kill. Them. All.

     This movie stars no one other than the beavers. They're cheesy puppets that I fell in love with in the first scene. Oddly enough, the production of the film felt above its budget of $44,000. “And what was the box office take?” you probably didn't ask? $44,000. How tidy!



Friday: Fucking dolls...I always find the ones with fucking dolls....

Another Year, Another 31

Wolfcop
2014


Lou Garou, alcoholic loser and cop, gets mixed up with some Devil worshiping shape-shifters and ends up a lycanthrope...but that actually makes him better at doing his job. No, seriously.



After he and the town Dwight pimp-out his patrol car, they take on some convenience store-robbers and gang members at Liquor Donuts and the local meth lab, respectively. Well, Garou takes them on. The other dude sits in the car and screams like a castrati.

After the law enforcing, they end up back at the sheriff's office where Garou scores some 'tang. Yeah, gross. The movie ends with the identities of the shape-shifters being revealed during some ritual. Honestly, the Drink 'N Shoot festival that they cancelled for this event might have been more interesting. They didn't even bother being consistent with the deaths and powers of the creatures and had the nerve to threaten a sequel.

Highlight:
Garou's first transformation starts with his new wolf schlong bursting out of his penis.
I felt myself wanting to sing "on the great space coaster" any time someone said his full name.
I saw a tag line that read "Dirty Harry...Only Hairier." Um...no.