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Happy Birthday To Me (watched 6/10/14)

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Happy Birthday to Me has been on our schlock list for a very, very, very, very long time. I think we’ve been thinking about watching this one for at least 18 months. Well we finally did, in a tequila fueled, Pat missing (okay Jen too), lemon bar gorging event that seemed to go on for hours.

Would you like it skewered?

Would you like it skewered?

The thing about HBTM is it’s deceptive on so many levels. Everything about the exterior screams schlock from the cover art of the skewer stabbing the head to the bizarre title to the even more prolific “acting”. However, once you delve into this 111 minute flick (that’s right almost 2 freaking hours!!) you realize the mind boggling complexity you’ve stepped into. Primer? Memento? How about Where in the Fucking World is Carmen Sandiego? Because by the time this bloodfest ends, the only things you can be sure of, are some people died and they all went to the same school. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like chasing Fulci through hell or encountering Death Bed: The Bed that Eats. Happy Birthday to Me is probably a legitimate whodunnit, but by the end you may not know schlock from Shinola.

The murder scenes are completely original and I sure as hell ain’t gonna ruin them for you. They definitely got some yells from us, and had us looking forward to the next one. HBTM does fall in that black hole of the early eighties where nudity wasn’t really used much less considered. How many of you wear a bra under your robe after taking your underwear off? Didn’t think so. Don’t expect much in this category except the men’s shorts. They don’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. Think Andouillette saran wrapped to a mannequin and you’re pretty much there.

Hello big guy

Hello big guy

There was a lot of buildup and hope going into this schlock night and it didn’t let us down. Jake would have bumped the score up if there were some canapes to go with all the andouillette, but on the whole there wasn’t a lot to dislike and a lot more to love. It’s fun but goes a bit long trying to tie the plot together. The end alone is such macabre awesomeness it deserves shclockolades of the highest order. Watch it with some friends and make fun of the one y’all pretend to like during the slow moments. Stay tuned next week when Pat returns with  tasty beverages and snacks (oh yeah, and Jen too) and picks the movie. It should be awful.

3.5/5 Blue and Gray scarves

What it has: Creepy old man touching (Hello SIDE BOOB!), Daredevil motorcycle jumping, Creepy Haircuts, Daredevil car jumping, Norman Bates as an old man, Revelatory police, Romantic fires, Prelude to Scream, Embroidered panties, Red herrings, and it wouldn’t be complete without a birthday cake

What it’s missing: a good canadian accent, a good reason for the killings, you not watching it

Agh! I almost forgot the drink of the night:

Watermelon Jalapeno margaritas

5 Cups cubed watermelon, pureed and mashed through a sieve

1/8 cup simple syrup

1/2 C lime juice (I would add more next time)

1/2 C Citronage (or triple sec)

1 C Jalapeno infused tequila (a schlocker at large made ours)

1/2 C of Blanco tequila

Mix together, chill up to an hour and serve over ice.

The Grabbers (watched 6/02/14)

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Would you go out with me?

Would you go out with me?

Irish Horror. ef ye kin fechin rid theis than yer off ter a gurd sturt. Yup. I’m not sure if we didn’t get to our bottom of Redbreast fast enough, or we just should have had the subtitles turned on. Though I don’t think it would have mattered. Sometimes two good people meet for a date, but the chemistry just isn’t there. I think in some ways the movie tried to explain this aspect of life. I’m not sure though, the dialogue in the many, many, many, many, many scenes of the man and the woman talking was a little choppy. It could have been the  accents or possibly J.E. talking about teabagging his cats. The latter was way more interesting.

Now I’m not trying completely write-off The Grabbers. The monster is incredible CGI with a pulsating orifice that drips an invitation, and lures you closer to the screen before it extends it’s tentacle, reaches through, and pummels you over and over until you’re breathless. And just when you though it might be out of energy, it picks you up and takes you for another round. Did I mention it looked an awful lot like vagina dentata with legs? Jake said it was a Kraken, but I agreed with Pat when he said it looked like a cream pie.

At the end of the night the schlockers rated this between a 2 and a 2.5. Most of the disappointment came from it feeling like an almost complete homage, which didn’t lend anything new to the genre. I mean sure you kill the monster by having a high BAC, but everything else felt like a really nicely budgeted PG-13 mashup of Aliens, Gremlins, Shaun of the Dead, and Jaws. In theory that sounds  cool, but it fell flat for us. Like I said though, it may just not have been the right movie for us. “It’s me, not you.”

As a relevant side note: in our very low brow opinion there’s no room for romance in a horror/monster/schlock film. Nobody watching cares if they get married, have babies or live happily every after. Characters romantic proclivities should include: drinking, fornicating, drugs, slaughtering, or talking about any of the above in a way that makes us laugh. For the love of schlock: Did Bruce Campbell get sexy by talking about the meaning of life? NO. He fucking chopped of his hand, attached a chainsaw, and used a boomstick to kill demons. He didn’t get sober and promise someone he’d make a good dad. Okay, sorry. I’m done.

Allright I’m torn. The group was a low 2. I’ll give it:

2.5/5 fecks, but I’ll put it in the 2 and 3 brains categories because I could see it having a soul mate somewhere.

What it has: great effects, lot’s of drinking, obsessions with alien eggs, a reason for a sequel (sigh), lots of romantic overtures, alien face peeing, cream pie alien, alien longing for alien, and some abominable fake drunk acting

What it doesn’t have: a dog, a translator, rewatch value, good alien luck (allergic to alcohol and you crash land in Ireland), marijuana (just beer and whisky here), a reason why it goes after people when there’s a whole fucking ocean full of good prey (on second thought they may have talked about it, but I didn’t hear), an explanation for aliens (thankfully)

Friday the 13th Part III (watched 5/30/14)

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Continuing with my rogue viewing I went on to watch Part III a few hours later. Undead Jason, who clearly should have been killed when he was a wee young lad, is at it again making a wreck out of what clearly should have been worry free weekend of teenage sex-u-al intercourse. This episode is where the series clearly begins to own it’s campiness. Friday the 13th Part III has all the obligatory tropes: Bikers, Old Man warning, the prude, the jokester, cars that run out of gas (though they made this work), hanging bodies,

Steve Miner, the director, (who also did Part II) was definitely feeling the latitude here. The effects step over the line of cheese precedents set by the previous two films, and the inability of the characters to recognize danger is quite amazing. “What? You’re pointing a harpoon gun at me. Oh stop playing around and help me come find my contact.” It’s not problematic at all. The combination of these elements and  the production’s ability to recognize it’s place in the franchise make it all the more fun. Is it cheesy? Sure. Is it silly? Of Course. And full of cliches? Hell yeah, but they may not have been then.

I watched this one alone, battling an stupid head cold, while the rest of my compatriots were out “team building”. I think that’s doing the things the teenagers get killed for in these campy horror films. It doesn’t matter though: alone, together it’s plenty of fun. There’s a million places you can read the plot summary for this one, but don’t. Just go watch the damn thing. It’s worth every minute.

3.5/5 crochet needles

What it has: THE hockey mask (finally!), Mice, a bunny, Fish Food, fly eggs, knives, religious  zealot, hammock, shower scene, nerd revenge, a harpoon gun, and yet another PTSD case

What it’s missing: Any way to kill Jason

Father’s Day (The Movie, watched 5/27/14)

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“Water slides, there’s nothing sacred to this monster.”

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Chainsaw Strippers

An anal raping, maple syrup gorging, parallel universe travelling, self mutilating father fucker of a film. Yup, that about sums it up right there. Father’s Day was a glorious Troma train wreck. Your car is stuck waiting to get over the tracks, but it doesn’t matter because there are bodies, limbs, chainsaws, and in this case, a lot of bloody cocks popping out all over the place. The acting was atrociously, wonderfully tongue in cheek. However,  99 minutes after the moviestarted I’m not sure any one of us could have given you a linear synopsis of what happened, and it wasn’t because of the brownies.

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Penis slicing

If I remember right, and I could definitely be wrong, Lloyd Kaufman shows up towards the end as god. His emergence into the film pretty much cements what he has come to think of himself. (His intros to these limited release Troma’s need to die like strippers with chainsaws). And so most of the film goes attempting to make fun of just about anything that’s been established in any genre from Horror to Drag Stars to the Catholic Church. Now that I think about it the greatest blasphemy committed in this priest murdering, penis splicing, demon filled flick is Kaufman’s cameo. Did I mention the killer is named Fuchman?

If I were watching this garbage disposal full of glorious goriness by myself I’d start to have a lot of questions about what I was doing with my life. As a party movie it works it’s magic though. I can’t say we give it the full seal of approval as it needed to end at exactly 65:50, after that point the insanity just spins too far out of control. Well really, it became as boring as some demon seeking, demon fucking, demon exterminating, suicide solution drag artists can be, and believe it or not it gets tiring.

If you’re still reading this blog there’s probably nothing I can say to stop you from watching this “film”. Just set your expectation-o-meter to Medium and you’ll be totally happy. I hear drinking helps too.

After further contemplation I’m giving it a bump up to 2.8/5 glowing eyes. (This will round it up to the 3 brain category)

What it has: a bear, Fulci style eye-ecutting, poison berries, false ending, FUCHMAN, 34 extra minutes of movie, Maple syrup, possessed priest, a tome that looks an awful lot like the Nechronomicon, and a Maple tree tap

What it’s missing: Jason, Freddy, and the Loch Ness Monster

Drink of the evening was created and named:

The Fuchman

2 Parts Espolon

1/2 Part Cointreau

1 Part Lime Juice

1/2 Part Crissy’s Ghost Pepper Simply Syrup

Finish with Ice and Seltzer

(Add homemade grenadine for the bloody version)

 

 

 

Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (watched 5/19/14)

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It sounds promising, right? It was directed by Sam Peckinpah, and if you’ve seen Straw Dogs, which he directed three years earlier, you probably have a certain set of expectations. (We’ll get back to that in a moment though). BMHAG is described by nearly everyone as an ultra-violent epic, but it’s now one of those “maybe back in the day” films. Straw Dogs held an intensity in the story and acting, though punctuated with a nauseating rape, that culminated in an intensely climactic event. Juxtaposed against Alfredo Garcia we were often wondering if we were watching a romantic drama. Quite simply, in the former you care a lot about the characters. In Alfredo we really didn’t give a shit and it’s important because you spend so much damn time listening to them talk about their dreams and…. marriage.

That damn head is here somewhere...

That damn head is here somewhere…

We managed to pass some of the time by playing a game of hot potato, making a second round of Longdogs (see recipe at the end), and wondering when the movie would raise itself to schlocky standards. It was a decent film, but the highlight of the night was the batch of cookies Heather made. BMHAG certainly won’t be landing on my rewatch list  anytime soon, and if you want to understand the director and can take the intensity, go with Straw Dogs. I’m guessing we’ll be swinging the pendulum next week to get in some really bad special effects and maybe a werewolf or radioactive beast. I can’t wait.

We missed you Jake. You didn’t miss much. There weren’t any children in the film, well except the one being carried around in a coffin. Come back from Tahoe and bring some slasher goodness with you. I’m sorry if this post seem rather uninspired, maybe that alone speaks for itself.

3/5 Flies

What it has: Serenades, Piano Playing, Bad guys, a good guy?, a dead guy, dry ice, 10k dollars, Jose Cuervo Silver, and a station wagon

What it’s missing: something that lives up to the opening scene, mariachis, a werewolf

Drink of the evening, Longdog:

2 oz Gin

2 oz Tequila

1 oz Triple Sec

2 oz Lemonade

1 oz Lime Juice

(Drink beat the movie. Bottoms Up!)

Rob Zombie’s Halloween (Watch 1/23/10)

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Everybody I know has seen this movie. In fact I dare so almost everyone I know has seen multiple Rob Zombie movies. Saturday was my day to lose my RZ virginity. So I went rogue, leaving schlockfest to suffer through some unseen crap on Wednesday and had what I would argue was a most enjoyable experience. All the recommendations had left me with high expectations, which inevitably left me skeptical, especially given the lofty and legendary standards of the original. (You have seen the original right? Of course you have, because you wouldn’t consider watching a remake without seeing what was so worthy of being remade. If for some reason you haven’t, watch it first. Unless of course you’re some sick individual who would watch Spiderman and say you know Sam Raimi.)

What’s really nice about RZ’s Halloween is that you know he’s a fan. He’s not just  a director with an ego and a checkbook. He gets the genre (at least here) and gives the fans what they want. What’s successful is that he approaches Halloween as part prequel/part remake, and even though he clocks in at 110 minutes he makes every bit of it worthwhile. You’re lured into believing Michael Myers’ past exists even amid the leaps and cliches. A word of caution is that I was able to completely divest myself of the original when watching, however if you do a head on comparison you’ll be sorely disappointed.

Given the high production value and the resources that were used it can hardly be considered schlock, but RZ’s Halloween is definitely worth a watch* and maybe even a few high shrilled screams.

*I realize this review sounds like gushing by a newly enamored viewer, however, it’s not without it’s flaws. There’s just nothing to really keep you from watching unless you’re squeamish.

What it has: Homage to horror (Silence of the Lambs, Halloween), boobs, a view into Michael Myers childhood, breasts, sister love, female pectoral muscles, the infamous knife, John Carpeneter’s theme music, traditional stereotype roles (reluctant sheriff, the doubted psychiatrist, dumb redecks, dead fornicators, angry stepfathers, etc…), scenes where a bra is removed, crucial scenes from the original, and a really kickin’ van

What it’s missing:  plausible escape scenario, development of the subplots, a lot of gore (thankfully), pot smokers, a reason we should care about the picture of Michael Myer’s eyes, and an explanation for why they would have sex in Michael Myer’s house when he owns that amazing van

3.5/5 paper mache masks

Tokyo Gore Police (watched 12/22/09)

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Tokyo. Check. Gore. Check. Police. Check. The title is the plot summary. The plot is any combination of the three words in the title used to construct a scene. 24 hours later I still can’t tell you exactly what happened so I’m going to review this movie as fellow schlocker Greg (on his return from the placid hills of Itally) suggested:

What we leared from Tokyo Gore Police:

1) Japanese culture has some serious issues to resolve.

2) It is possible to desanguinate a body without spilling a drop.

3) If you find yourself in a brothel in Tokyo and they take you to a back room with chairs and straps, run.

4) Police are always corrupt.

5) Somehow, 3 quarters of the way into the movie, an even gorier killing spree happens.

6) Certain tumors allow body parts that are damaged to regenerate as weapons.

7) Darth Vader is that you?

8 ) “Hand Gun” is now a pun

9) It is possible to cut off a face with a wine bottle

10) Tarantino would be jealous of the umbrella scene

11) Alligator Vaginas, Lotus Flower Female Ejaculation, and a 4 Foot mutated penis that fire “bullets” fit within an R rating, but pubic hair doesn’t

12) We should have watched it with subtitles

Watching Tokyo Gore Police a mere few weeks after Sars Wars has me realizing Asian cult films are light years ahead and on the other side of a very large cultural gap. I’m not really sure how to rate TGP. However, I suspect that it’s entertainment increases as your awareness of Japanese culture does. Also it is one nonstop gore fest of bad special effects. It starts with a homicidally, deranged, chainsaw wielding mass murder; climaxes with a police crime spree; and finishes off with the hero? killing all the bad guys who had killed all the good guys. Oh yeah… I’m trying to say there is no down time, it’s all blood, all action from start to stop. Fun for the group, not for the family.

3.5/5 chewed up caterpillars (why? oh why?!?!)

Paranormal Activity (watched 12/14/09)

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Some dude props up a home video camera in his house and films a movie that has people screaming across the nation. I couldn’t avoid it. The allure was too strong, and I was hoping to make up for the teen tragedy that was the newspaper spoiler of The Blair Witch Project. So I didn’t read anything about it, and the only trailer I saw was the same one you probably have of audiences across the nation screaming.

The preview could have been me. I screamed like a little girl… with a sailor’s mouth.

Spoiled or not Paranormal Activity left me satisified and questioning the noises in the dark… at least for a night. It was successful to me for lots of reasons. While we all suspend belief a fair amount walking into the movies this one didn’t require it. Nothing on screen was that far-fetched except for the ending (which was about 15 seconds too long). It actually made me wonder if it was a similar experience to seeing The Exorcist back in the day. The pacing was really nice, and the characters were pretty believable except for the usual horror movie hubris. However, what drives most of the movie is the audio. If you don’t have a home theatre, surround sound, X-74V Dolby, Ear Massager then stop reading this review and go see Paranormal Activity while it’s still in the theatre, which brings up the downside.

I’m not sure this one will translate on DVD, and I’m really sorry I waited until there were only 15 people in the theatre. This movie is one of those rarities that is actually an experience, and the more you can suspend your disbelief and immerse yourself (leave the cynic at home) the more fun you’ll have. Your nerves will stand on end in anticipation and you’ll definitely stay up later that night questioning whether that noise was the cat.

What it has (no spoilers): a demon, spontaneous combustion, a douchebag day-trader boyfriend, a girlfriend he should have left, lots of sounds you hear every night, and lots of annnnn-ticccccyy-pashun

What it doesn’t have: a big cast, credits, gore, or a reason it should have cost more than $45 to make

It’s definitely a lot of fun, but there probably isn’t a lot or replay value.

3.5/5 swinging chandeliers

Audition (watched 11/11/09)

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Well there is one thing for certain about Audition. When you’re finished watching it you won’t have any question about Takashi Miike’s relationship with women. And if you managed to catch Imprint from the Masters of Horror series you’ll be certain of these adjectives: elusive, cruel, vile, vindictive, manipulative, primal, torturous, and methodical. Not exactly Hallmark’s words of the month for their Valentine cards, and they probably won’t get Gloria Steinem’s stamp of approval either. However they paint a violently vilifying and visceral portrait of tortured souls in combat for the validation of their perspective.

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It would be degrading to call this the Fatal Attraction of our generation. However, I’ll admit to initially making the comparison. The complications of the female character run deep and to say she is a multidimensional character would be an understatement since we are left with so many question about her past. (You can tell we didn’t have a b-grade movie night by the fact we’re even discussing character development and plot). And the male lead so desires her to be who he wants her to that he looks past all the clues that point to a suspicious past.

However, this blog isn’t about dissecting movies. It’s about fun, campy, and sometimes crappy. Audition probably didn’t hit any of those categories. It was interesting, craftedt, and included moments of head turning visuals. I’ll say it: Audition most definitely does not meet the parameters of schlock. However it did have it’s moments, where if your sense of humor is twisted enough you’ll find yourself laughing. It’s definitely worth watching, but not when you’re looking for campy, light plot, easy to follow. Audition is developed and involves a fair amount of attention (subtitles included and necessary).

It has: flying feet; ingenious prosthetic feet; sharp wires; a continued needle fetish; edible vomit; dinosaur pickup lines; “deeper, deeper”; hallucinogenic, telepathic, body-numbing scotch additive; and another reason why asian horror is more twisted than American horror

It doesn’t have: a fast pace, a disclaimer about harming animals, correct use of acupuncture points, a perceptive main character, or a reason why that man (you’ll know) hasn’t starved himself to death

3.5/5 bound bags or piles of VHS tapes (your choice but make sure you only love one)

Dead Snow (watched 10/28/09/)

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Two movies, one title. I kind of felt like the kid who bought a potato gun kit, only to get home, open the box, and find a piece of pvc pipe and a can of spray paint. In other it wasn’t exactly what was on the box, but I could still have fun with it.

Dead Snow on the DVD box claims to provide boozing, sex, and all the insanity of a nazi infested horde. Like the potato gun it delivers on the idea, but skimps on the details. In other words, the closest it comes to a sex scene is a couple of characters grinding together inside of a latrine, and some sucking on a poopy finger. More head turning than fascinating. And the boozing? Well I never saw five adults drunk enough on a twelve pack of Norwegian light to make any bad decisions.

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Sex scene spoiler?

On the other the second half of the movie delivers some fun kills, and innovative ways of torturing the living. What about the first half? Well it’s more like a snow mobile, heavy metal, music video. (Insert riff here) begin engine revving, watch him go up the hills, watch him go down the hill, go to your fridge and get another beer, come back to the couch and hope the second half of the movie starts.

The first half also spends a lot of time working it’s homage to the seminal directors and movies that came before it. Catchy in a few spots, but wear’s thin kinda fast. This movement, play, and visuals are definitely going to be bigger with a crowd that hasn’t stared at these movies for the previous 12 years.  In fact at point we were sure we were watching something from the eighties.

Is it worth it?

If you like: Intestines, brilliant shots of a glowing orange tent in the snow, exposed brains, “dirty” sex, snow mobile videos, loud noises, history of German’s in Norway, self mutilation, and frozen zombies that bleed

It doesn’t have: the scene on the poster, a reason for the first 30 minutes, smart characters, a lack of obvious foreshadowing, or cell phone reception

A definite fun jaunt through the snow. Just remember your beer, and not to leave your peers.

3/5 references to better movies