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Friday, May 10, 2019

Review: Maniac: Limited Edition 3 Blu-ray/CD disc set

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2019
Images from the Internet


Maniac
Directed by William Lustig
Magnum Motion Pictures / Blue Underground / Red Shirt Pictures / MVD Visual
87 minutes, 1981 /2010 / 2018
There are certain people who just look like their signature roles, whether it fits their personality or not. Sly Stallone was so popular in Rocky because he looked and sounded the part, even though he is quite intelligent. Vincent Schiavelli (d. 2005), the angry subway car spirit in Ghost (1990) similarly was so memorable because his face fit that role. For Maniac, we get the underrated Joe Spinell (d. 1989) in the portrayal of his lifetime that will always be associated with him as a badge of honor.
Spinell plays Frank Zito, an artist who grew up with an abusive mother, and now has issues with women in that he feels compelled to do them brutal harm. Being schizophrenic a la Norman Bates, he hears his mother’s voice even though she’s passed on, but normally his bicameral mind as far as we the audience hear it, it’s his own. He argues with himself that he doesn’t want to be doing these gruesome murders, but he comprehends it as being obliged, or to be punished.
As for the kills, well they are so beautifully done by Tom Savini, and so severe that Savini himself believes he went a bit too far. Perhaps that may be somewhat true in the American market by 1981 standards, but not today’s world of torture and body mutilation releases. Savini, who was a medic in a war zone, was familiar with how the body works in bloodletting situations, and used that to become the top of his field of blood and gore at that time.
A chunk of the money that was used to make the film came from the director, who made some pretty pesos in the adult industry, giving him the opportunity to cast extras from that genre. Some are easily recognizable to those of that generation, such as Sharon Mitchell and Abigail Clayton (billed as Gail Lawrence).
There are actually three stars in the film. Of course, there’s Spinell; as the female lead is the beautiful British actress Caroline Munro who plays a photographer, having gotten the role through her producer husband at the time that came up with the largest chunk of backing cash. While Munro is totally fine in the role and lovely to look at, it’s hard to imagine her photographer character being attracted to Brooklynite and shlubby Frank. She is so beyond his league. Of course, the discussion is whether she is actually gay or bi-, and theirs is only a friendship to her.
The third star of the film is the city of New York at that time, when subways were graffiti bound, the street lights were dimmer, and the skyline was as beautiful as ever. Like Taxi Driver (1976) and They Might Be Giants (1971), the simmering city is intricately connected to the actions and becomes its own character.
The film has pretty much aged okay, though in moments it feels kind of hackney as far as the story goes. The kills, however, are as stunning today as they were back then, and for that alone is worth the watch, especially in this restored 4K presentation, taken from a recently uncovered 16mm original camera negative. Lustig is known for making crime films that were on the odd side of the B-film scale, such as Vigilante (1982) and the Maniac Cop trilogy (1988-93), but this may be his finest work, overall. He was 24 years old at the time.
This three-disc set is just loaded with extras, which I will get to now. It is a mixture of new material and some from a previous, non-HD re-release from 2010. The first thing I want to talk about is the languages and captions. There are multiple languages available: English, Spanish, French, Italian and German. Captions can be in English SDH, French, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Italian, Danish, Finnish, Dutch, Swedish, Russian, Korean, Japanese, Chinese, and Thai, but as I only speak one (not counting Brooklynese, in which much of the film is dripping wet), I went for the English.
For the first Blu-ray disc, there are two audio commentaries. The first is with producer/director William Lustig and producer Andrew W. Garroni. It’s actually nearly perfect in that they tell stories about the production, the actors, the distribution, the guerilla filmmaking, and how it was a joint contribution between everyone. There is no idle banter, it’s all relevant to the making of the film, and they keep it going. For the second Audio Commentary, again with Producer/Director Lustig, we get to hear Special Make-Up Effects Artist Tom Savini, Editor Lorenzo Marinelli, and Joe Spinell's Assistant (friend) Luke Walter. There is a little bit of repetition from the first commentary, but enough new stuff to keep it nearly as interesting, though there are some gaps of quiet here and there. Most importantly, though, they almost never talk over each other, giving us a chance to hear what everyone is saying. The voices are so different (i.e., level of New York accents) that it’s easy to identify who is who, a problem I often have with multiple person commentaries. Besides, it was enjoyable watching Savini talk about his head blowing up real good.
Disc one finished with seven theatrical trailers, nine TV spots and four radio spots. Disc two is broken down into three categories starting with Featurettes, most of which are from the 2010 rerelease, though some are brand new. It begins with the 19 minute “Maniac Outtakes.” The footage is not only of interest, but is overdubbed by a commentary by director Lustig. I like seeing the old footage of New York, such as 42nd Street. Following is “Returning to the Scene of the Crime with William Lustig.” For 8 minutes, Lustig discusses the differences between the shoot locations in 1979 and now. The videos comparing of then and now shots is fascinating.
“Anna and the Killer with Caroline Munro,” covers her career from before Maniac and into the film in 13 minutes. “The Death Dealer with Tom Savini,” is an interview with the Special Make-Up Effects Artist, who has always been a great conversationalist, so his stories are fun for the entire 12 minutes. “Dark Notes with Jay Chattaway” discusses composing of the eerie, yet beautiful background music for 12 minutes.
I was looking forward to the 11 minute “Maniac Men - Interview with Songwriters Michael Sembello and Dennis Matkosky,” who are questioned by Lustig. The rumor had been going around that the song “Maniac” from Flashdance was originally supposed to be in Maniac, with different lyrics {“He’s a maniac… / And he’ll nail your cat to the door”), as Sembello was a horror fan. This lively interview clears it up once and for all. The star of Maniac, Spinell (d. 1989), was known as a party animal, even being married to a porn star for a while, appearing in major films like The Godfather and Rocky, but he was also a horror fan. Naturally, there should be a featurette documentary on his life, as there is here with “The Joe Spinell Story.” This is a special production from 2001 that covers Spinelli’s life and has lots of good stories told by some heavy hitters, such as Jason Miller (d. 2001), Robert Forester, and of course the director of Maniac, Lustig. For 49 minutes, we are regaled on what it was like to know Spinell, and depending on the period of his too brief life and how inebriated he was as the time, it could be heaven or hell.
The last featurette in this section is an 8-minute “Mr. Robbie: Maniac 2 Promo Reel.” This was supposed to be a sequel to the first Maniac with a different director, but was not completed due to Spinell’s death at age 52. It’s grainy but looks a bit wack, though the gore looks good.
In the publicity section, there’s “Paul Wunder,” an 18 minute radio interview with Lustig, Spinell and Munro on WBAI-NY. The sound quality varies widely, but still interesting. Then “William Lustig on ‘Movie Madness,’” a cable access show in black and white that’s a bit more interesting as various people phone in and ask some wild questions for 47 minutes. I miss Manhattan Cable Access, and this is a good reason why. Lasting about 1 minute we see a brief interview with “Joe Spinell at Cannes.” What’s more fun is the 13-minute “Joe Spinell on ‘The Joe Franklin Show’,” in 1981. If you grew up in New York and watched Franklin, you know what you’re dealing with. Franklin (d. 2015) is a cult figure that bands like the Ramones and the Dictators hung out with as well as Broadway actors, ventriloquists and psychics.
“Caroline Munro TV Interview” is with NBC New York’s Chuck Scarborough and the awful Katie Kelly (worst film reviewer ever; d. 2018) in New York at 3 minutes. Of course, next up is “Barf Bag Review Policy,” Kelly’s on-air review of Maniac. Man, this woman is terrible at her job, and not just because she pans the film. She generally had really bad taste, and in 2 minutes she disses the film and says absolutely nothing. The 23 minute “Grindhouse Film Festival Q&A,” which was shot recently enough to mention the Elliot Spitzer scandal, features Lustig, producer Garroni and actress/doctor Sharon Mitchell. They discuss the film (duh) and working with Spinell. Good stuff. This section ends with a 120+ Still and Poster Gallery of film shots, behind the scenes, and, well, posters.
Next section is “Controversy.” I knew this was going to be fun and shrill, and I will comment more on that near the end of the review. It is broken down into sections, the first being “Los Angeles,” where we see newscasts against the film in 1981 on “Channel 7 News” (Ann Martin), “Channel 11 News” (Judi Bloom), and “NBC Tomorrow Coast to Coast” (Rona Barrett).
For “Chicago,” we see a newscast by Gene Siskel (d. 1999) on CBS News. He hated the movie, so what he says is no surprise, referring to it as part of a “women in danger films.” In “Philadelphia,” there are reports from Channel 10 News, two from Channel 3 News, and Channel 6 Action News. Under the banner of the “Newsbeat” television show, we have “Violent Movies” (13 minutes) and “Movie Violence” (21 minutes; the titles made me laugh), which discusses the “effect” of violence in films on its audience.
The next two actually took me by surprise as we watch Al Goldstein (d. 2013) rant and rave against violent films and mutilates a sex doll on his cable access show, “Midnight Blue.” I thought he was a First Amendment proponent, and the fact that Maniac has porn actresses throughout should have been a positive for him, considering the nature of the show. Last in this section is titled “Gallery of Outrage,” which shows pull-out quotes from reviews that are, well let’s say unfavorable. This includes a letter from the film board of the Philippines, turning it down for distribution.
The last two bonuses are big ones. First there is a full CD of the Original Motion Picture Soundtrack by Jay Chattaway. Lastly, there is a nicely written and designed thick booklet with a new essay by Michael Gingold, former Editor-in-Chief of Fangoria Magazine.
There have been a lot of charges of sexism against Maniac, as Zito is what is now called an incel, and strikes back at women who he identifies with his malevolent deceased mother. But some of the most violent kills in the film, which include garrotting and a shot gun shooting, are done to men, as well.
Either way, the film was considered quite successful for an indie release. Its budget was estimated at $350,000, and earned more than $6 million in the US, alone. The fact that it’s still being rereleased almost 40 years later shows its power. And with literally hours of extras, this one is of particular interest; yes, I sat through all of it; it took about a week.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Review: Effects

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2017
Images from the Internet


Effects
Directed by Dusty Nelson
AGFA / Something Weird Video / Bududa Inc. / MVD Visual
84 minutes, 1980 / 2005 / 2017
https://www.americangenrefilm.com

So-called snuff films became a focus in American culture during the late 1970s and early ‘80s, in large part, for two reasons. The first was due to some pretty bad films such as Snuff (1975), which supposedly had a real snuff scene at the end (any seasoned SFX fan could see that it was fake), and the Faces of Death series (which was also bogus when concerning humans). The other was the rising video boom that was desperately in need for film fodder for fans, and would take anything they could find and put it out there in the exploding video store market. Snuff, a film that probably would have easily passed into the mire of bad cinema along with the Face of Death, found new life and became shocking sensations that made national news.

This led to a series of “realistic” releases trying to ride the wave. Hell, no one would have probably even heard the word “snuff” if it weren’t for those reasons. But it did lead us to Dusty Nelson’s film, Effects. Thanks to a revival of the VHS craze from that period, which has now passed into the nostalgia phase, companies like American Genre Film Archive (AGFA) are putting out hi-def, Blu-ray versions of these very same films. In this case, thanks to distribution and legal issues, this film was not actually released until 2005 on DVD, and now this Blu-ray from a rare print (more on the quality later). Thing is, as bad as some of these releases are, I’m glad they are given new – err – life.

Joseph Pilato, Tom Savini
Essentially, in a convoluted way, the film plays with the notions of what is real, what is pretend, and what happens when they mix in the world of film (although there are some moments that seem like it’s television). This is what is facing the dating couple of special effects expert/cameraman Dom (Joseph Pilato) and actress Celeste (Susan Chapek); they – and others – are caught in a web of confusion, like the audience. How will this effect the director, Lacey (John Harrison), fellow actors Barney (Bernard McKenna), Rita (Debra Gordon) and Nicky (SFX wizard Tom Savini in one of his early acting roles)? The big question, however, appears to be how far would/should/could one go to make a film?

Though I’m certain they were just trying to keep current, it’s interesting to me how many then-current cultural signifiers they use throughout the film, such as someone playing the electronic game Simon, or all the drug references (e.g., lines of coke and Maryjane). Then there’s the clothing, such as the common place jeans-and-tees (with images like The Rocky Horror Picture Show logo from 1977). There are other small touchstones, similar to a take-off of the Bill Saluga classic, “You doesn’thave to call me Johnson” bit.  There are more references in here than in a Family Guy episode. Heck, there’s even a bit of a soliloquy from Shakespeare’s Richard II.

Susan Chapek
Speaking of the “looks of then,” it’s amazing how the look and pacing of the film is like porn films of the period. Yeah, there’s a couple of (female) nudie scenes, such as the then-obligatory and totally unnecessary-to-the-story shower scene that opens up the pic, but nothing that would really qualify as even softcore. And yet, the feel of the film, the pacing, acting and ambiance screams late ‘70s adult cinema.

That being said, much of the cast and crew are part of the Pittsburgh area film group, which included George A. Romero (RIP). Many of the cast and crew were in front or behind (or both) the camera on numerous Romero releases. In fact, one of the lead actors, Pilato, would play a pivotal role (and have an iconic scene) in Day of the Dead (1985).

Filmed in a pre-MTV period, by the standards of even a couple of years later, the camera is quite static, with long shots and dialogue that keeps the story at a steady pace, as we get to know, although not necessarily like (which is the point), most of the main characters. The camera pretty much sits there, or just lazily cuts from character to character.

Debra Gordon (Bernard McKenna in mirror)
Along with the languid pace until the last 15 minutes, even though there are some decent moments of tension throughout, the film bleeds out rather than spurts. I wish the story was a bit clearer as it was happening, but even with all the character build-up, there isn’t much to connect to with hardly anyone. This is not helped by the very grainy visuals (shot in 16mm) and spotty sound, but I’m glad to have had a chance to see this almost-lost piece of cinema history from a very specific period of time.

The first extra is the 59-minutes documentary After Effects: Memories of Pittsburgh Filmmaking (2005; Red Shirt Pictures), directed by Michael Felsher, in which Felsher interviews the cast and crew 27 years later in Los Angeles. The arc is how the director and his team first got into making indie films (then called guerilla filmmaking) including and documentaries and commercials, and grew into raising the funds and gathering all the threads with enough cojones to make Effects. Also featured and interviewed is the late, great Romero (d. 2017). There are also some cleaned-up clips both visually and audibly from the film that I wish had been the whole film proper. Honestly, I wasn’t looking forward to the prospect of watching this long featurette because I thought I was going to be bored by it for the hour, but it’s actually quite well done and kept my interest throughout. There is an additional After Effects full-length commentary with the director. Much of the talking is about the distribution deal that squashed the original film, and how it eventually came out. It’s also the link between Effects and After Effects. Not overly exciting stuff, honestly, but somewhat interesting in its historical perspective. To be truthful, I made it through about the first 20 minutes.

Next up are two rare shorts. The first is the 12-minute Ubu (1973), an experimental picture directed by John Harrison, who plays the director in Effects. He actually has a few really nice credits under his belt, including the 2000 mini-series version of Dune. Here, we meet the titular Ubu, who is the tyrant of a Dark Ages version of Poland (or, as the marionette narrator states, “that is to say, nowhere”). It’s definitely a piece for its time, in a period of paranoia about the Nixon Administration. This is followed by Dusty Nelson’s 15-minute Beastie. Chris (Paula Swart) is hitchhiking and gets picked up by George (Steve Pearson). They instantly start a relationship, and we follow it until… well, I’ll not give it away. It’s also a story of its generation, which seems to be just-post-hippie.

Last up is the 2005 full-length commentary with Nelson, Harrison and Pasquale Buba, who all make up the production company, Bududa Inc. It’s a quite decent combination of technical matters, anecdotes and intentions. They work really well together, and it shows in the way they respectfully let each other finish their own bits, such as positing what the film is actually about: “…What’s real and what’s not, and if you don’t know the difference, does it matter?” Even though it’s hard to tell who is telling what story, it really isn’t important because it’s the content of the tale that matters. It was interesting throughout.

In some ways Effects reminds me of Maniac (also 1980, and name checked in one form or another in the documentary sides, which is not surprising considering Savini also worked on that one), which also had an appearance and – err – effects by Savini. I would recommend any fan of the VHS or Pittsburgh film school to see Effects, because it is an important piece of work, even with its occasional wonkiness.




Monday, September 23, 2013

Reviews: Three by James Balsamo: Hack Job; I Spill Your Guts; Cool as Hell

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2013
Images from the Internet
Trailers for the films are at the end of all the reviews

That bon mot is true, y’know: location, location, location. That’s the only way anyone can really explain the cameos that appear in Balsamo’s films. I mean, Lloyd Kaufman (king of Troma), Debbie Rochon (a queen of scream queens), Lyn Lowery (early indie horror goddess), Tim Ritter (fellow low-budget director of some classics like Creep), Andrew W.K. (overrated rock singer), Dave Brockie (GWAR’s Oderus Urungus), Joe Flieshaker (the rotund Mayor of Tromaville) and even Tom Savini (the Chuck Berry of modern gore SFX) If these films had been shot anywhere else than around New York City, the odds of this caliber of presence would probably never happen. My guess is that he met many of them at horror-cons, most likely the NJ Horror-Thon (I still remember going when it was called the Chiller Theatre Con). And by the way, Acid Bath Productions has a great animated logo. I’m just sayin’.

 

Hack Job
Produced, written and directed by James Balsamo                  
Acid Bath Productions
Wild Eye Releasing                        
90 minutes, 2011
www.WildEyeReleasing.com
www.MVDvisual.com

Within the first five minutes, you know you are going to see a brain-dead film that will be fun from beginning to end. The devil (and his minons), who claims to have brought on the Holocaust, 9/11 and The View, sends a film script to two “idiots” who decide to take the three stories and make an independent movie. These two maroons are the director, James Balsamo, and his frequent partner in crime, Michael (“Mike”) Shershenovich, the director of the film Bloody Christmas [reviewed HERE]; they also share many of the same cast. The song in the opening credits informs you of what the tales will contain (just follow the bouncing skull). Obviously the filmmakers are taking this project as an act of joy, so fuck it, why not do the same.

As a sidenote, after the first couple of episodes of Gilligan’s Island started, the producers also gave it a “fuck it,| and made the decision not to focus on the reality of where all the clothes and props came from, or anything else, deciding to make it story-based episode by episode; a similar philosophy is apparently present here, for the better.

The first story, “Tomb of the SS,” is starts with some present day Nazis (one has a thick New York accent, who is watching two topless women dance like the models in the Robert Palmer “Addicted to Love” video, except in SS hats). The New York Nazis take over an archeological dig in Afghanistan (looks like some beach out on Long Island), where they force the hero (director Balsamo) to read some hieroglyphics that raise an army of Egyptian (in Afghanistan?!) mummies that attack the group, even though he never does get around to any translating! Somehow a Russian air force pilot (Shershenovich) gets involved. It’s all done with great bravado and in heroic tones, with Balsamo talking in that cinematic condescending tone to humorous effect. Hell, while there is no surprise and the blood and gore couldn’t look more fake (as is true with the rest of the film), the story is a hoot. I could see it in another dimension being a solid Amazing Stories episode with different writers, actors and director, of course).

The second story is called “Earth is on the Menu,” not to be confused with the classic Twilight Zone, “To Serve Man.” In this, a meteorite a la The Blob, takes over some people via pink vines up their noses, and winds up at a local Battle of the Bands (held at Lulu’s Village Pub, Port Jefferson, NY), where it’s a greaser group vs., well, Balsamo on a stand-up bass. Obviously none of them play an instrument and barely try. The creature finally pops out of someone and is essentially a bend cardboard sheet with what looks like either silly string or really thick, colorful paint on it. Oh, and did I mention the very visible strings moving the tentacles (see the trailer)?

Of course, a defender from another planet aka Dave Brockie as Oderus Urungus, appears (he also has an extremely funny take as a bartender sans mask). Nothing like having a being from another planet scream out, “He’s got me! Jesus Fucking Christ!” It comes to a battle of the bassist and the beast. Nah, I’m not gonna tell ya the result.

The last story, “The Mark,” is the most convoluted and ridiculous of the three, or to but it this way, the most fun of all the pieces… and the others had me laughing, too. There is a lot of religious imagery in this one, from both the Christian and Jewish perspectives. The central character is a man (Balsamo, again) who is into astral projection, or as his ex-girlfriend calls it, “asshole projection”. He’s worried about what he’s doing while he sleeps (apparently killing evil people by pulling their spine out of their eyesocket), so he seeks out his rabbi, Lloyd Kaufman (!), who has the payot (hair curls) attached via a band on his head, like earmuffs. He offers Balsamo a plate of bacon and mentions a woman coming to teach a topless Torah lesson. Oy!

This segment, which was originally supposed to be a kung fu flick as shown in one of the extra deleted scenes, ends up being a hot mess, with ridiculous and dubbed over dialog, absolutely no sense of sequence (it’s not for nuthin’ that a common theme of the film is a distaste for narrative filmmaking), utterly no continuity, and possibly a hint of racism. How nuts, you may ask? Well, the title refers to a mark on the main character’s back that is mentioned a number of times, but is never shown. In other words, ten pounds of crap in a five pound bag that – if you’re like me when it comes to indie horror films – you will be happy to be immersed.

Between the stories are fake commercials, trailers, and other bits, including an extended promotion for Troma Studios with Kaufman, as well as the masked later versions (as opposed to make-up) of Toxie and Sgt. Kabukiman. The Kaufman bits are funny if hammed up (pun intended), though the Tromaville P.D. etc., bit is kinda whatever.

I found it interesting that this movie was obviously filmed over an extended time, probably as shorts put together with a thread. The quality of the actual images changes pretty often. For example, in one of the between bits, with Lyn Lowery (over)playing a script agent, suddenly the visual is of much lesser quality, sort of like it was film on VHS and transferred.

Extras include the trailer, a blooper reel of the first “Tomb of the SS” bit, and the aforementioned unused kung fu clips of “The Mark.”

This film is, undoubtedly a waste of time, but what a great way to squander an hour and a half. Think I may watch this again, now… I’ve got time to kill.

 

 
I Spill Your Guts
Produced, written and directed by James Balsamo                  
Acid Bath Productions
Wild Eye Releasing                        
90 minutes, 2012
www.ispillyourguts.com
www.WildEyeReleasing.com
www.MVDvisual.com

In the middle of a gun battle in (Afghanistan?) (Iraq?), two besties get caught in an ambush, resulting in an act of cowardice that causes the other to get shot in the throat. Informed that his injured friend will probably die while in a German hospital, the unharmed Joe Bava (Billy Walsh) smugly tells his pal, Dennis Berkowitz (director Balsamo) that he is taking the credit for saving the supposedly cowardly Dennis, which includes a medal and honorable discharge. This makes Dennis angry enough to live and seek revenge on anyone associated with Joe.

Berkowitz (really? A multiple killer named Berkowitz? Hasn’t that been done enough in real life?) busts out of the hospital leaving a trail of bodies of the doctors who saved him (?), where he really could have just walked out. Hmmm.

We come back to New York (referred often in title cards as “New York, NY” rather than just “New York City”), where Joe is a drunken, braggart ass, and Dennis kills just about anyone who runs across his path in various and semi-imaginative ways (e.g., a sandwich shoved down a throat and a pair of hedge clippers). Meanwhile, there are numerous scenes seemingly thrown in as filler, such as someone giving a wrestling lesson, or the bizarrely tattooed in real life barbell boy Tim Dax. Oh, did I mention that there is another serial killer thrown in for one scene for whatever reason? Hey, this all leads to a decent body count.

The cast in this film is huge, with nearly 50 roles listed in the IMDB, most of which have speaking roles, many of which seem to be ad libbed. While this never seems to be confusing, as the revenge story line is paper thin and the rest is just short pieces (pun intended) of the disposal of people. To tell the truth, I’m totally okay with that. Why invest in a fodder character when their screen time is so limited. Besides, it’s the killings that we want to see anyway, right?

As par the course, the writing is okay, though there are some genuinely intentionally funny moments (and quite a few of the other kind). The acting is kind of, well, there, kinda-sorta, with some genuinely decent readings (Rochon, for example, clearly and literally phones in her role, but she comes across quite natural in the moment).

One of the major characters of the film is also the largest filler: multiple shots on the streets of New York. Mostly it’s just a few seconds of buildings or crowds, and it’s fun to pick out where is what (there is one shot that I am totally baffled by, perhaps in a borough). Yes, this does make the film longer, but that’s exactly what Easy Rider (1969) did, though in that case, there was more music over scenery than actual story. At least it certainly felt that way. But I digress… Like most of the film, these shots are single-camera and handheld. I would recommend that if the budget does not permit a tripod, then with all the filmmakers involved as cast, surely someone must have a spare to be borrowed, please. Then again, I’m grateful this is not a “found footage” level of shaky.

 As for the music, there’s a lot listed, including by the Meatmen and other screamo / death metal bands of whom I am honestly not familiar (possibly where the budget went?). They should have used Chesty Malone and the Slice-Em-Ups, in my opinion. Check them out, James.

While the acting is questionable and the writing passable, the effects do range from laughable to quite decent. There’s quite a bit of spatter, though the actual event is not shown in very much detail. For example, in the opening scene, there is a totally naked male body, sans head (upper; lower is intact). Or you’ll see a sharp object get raised, a quick close-up of something, and then the person dead in whatever bloody shape. Of course, there’s lots of nudity, piercings and tattoos.

There are a number of extras, such as the trailer, deleted scenes (meh), a gag reel (pretty funny), a music video of “Destructor” by Ghoul (who appear in a full-song, sync’d, extended stage performance in the film), and an interview with the artist who drew the DVD covers, Brooklyn-based Jeff Zarnow.

All in all, if you’re into the whole Troma zeitgeist, this will fit in pretty way to that canon.

 

 
Cool as Hell
Produced, written and directed by James Balsamo                  
Acid Bath Productions
Wild Eye Releasing                        
90 minutes, 2012 / 2013    
www.WildEyeReleasing.com
www.MVDvisual.com

The third opus here is just one of five flicks Balsamo has filmed or has in production for 2013. As par, this one is also sex and drug and rock’n’roll…well, death metal, anyway. As with most, it is a horror comedy.

Don’t get me wrong, I believe that Balsamo fares much better with comedy horror like Hack Job than with a more serious slant, as with the more straightforward I Spill Your Guts. The former is a lot more, well, forgiving than the latter.

Here, we meet the main protagonist, comic book store manager Rick (Balsamo, of course), and his roommate and best friend Benny (stalwart Dan E. Danger). Both of them combined seem to have a double digit IQ. Rich wears only Hawaiian-style shirts and has two-tone hair which is often referred to in the story as a “cheetah” (though it’s just yellow on top, dark on the bottom, rather than patterned). He talks rather like an AM disc jockey, but at a junior high school level. A loveable schlub? Yeah, I guess. But a monolog he has about a superhero comics shows why he strikes out so often.

In fact, the tone of the film and these two characters just smack of early Kevin Smith, with Balsamo being the (un-)Silent Bob and Danger the quirky, off-center Jay. Even in the early days of Clerks (1994), Smith showed more filmmaking competency than Balsamo, but you know what, where I found Smith to be clever but dull, I enjoy most of Balsamo’s output more (with the exception of Dogma [1999], but I digress…). There is more of a level of whatever in Balsamo’s work, possibly due to having so many films in such a short amount of time to really concentrate on proficiency, but it’s just so stupid and inane, that it gives genuine laughs.

The plot (no need to use the work “thickens” here) is as sort of as follows (most of this is on the DVD cover or coming attractions below, so I’m not giving much away): a green demon named Az (Billy Walsh; great make-up) – short for Azmodius? – is somehow enthralled to Rick, so of course Rick wants to use him to get laid. Did I mention there is a LOT of female nudity (and even some softcore shots), as usual? Rick meets the possible girl of his dreams, Ashley (the cute and toothsome Lauren Adamkiewicz; I hope Balsamo uses her again, as this is among her only credits). Her boyfriend is a macho loanshark bully / dick who abuses her (Balsamo regular Frank Mullen, who is also the vocalist of the Long Island-based death metal band, Suffocation) and is constantly threatening Rick. He swings the “fuck” word as much as most people use “the.” Along the way, a portal to hell opens which releases a bunch of zombies (again, great make-up on the few we see) onto the streets of New York – including Patchogue, NY, where much of this was shot. Will our loser hero rise to the occasion, even after being given a bong that never runs out of weed by a blue and yellow booger named, well, Booghar?

A theme that runs throughout the film, to an amusing albeit overdone motif, is Rick accidently bonking into people who curse him out, including members of numerous death metal bands that appear on the soundtrack, or actors he managed to shoot for very brief cameos, such as David Naughton (the lead in An American Werewolf in London in 1981). Many of the stars that appear on this film, such as Laurence R. Harvey (of 2011’s The Human Centipede II: The Final Sequence) and Tom Savini are there less than 15 seconds, so don’t blink.

For me, the one major flaw in the film, other than the sheer stupidity of the whole thing (for which I am grateful), is an extended scene with Ray trying to get money from his brother-in-law. It has an ad-libbed feel that just does not work for that long of an extended scene that doesn’t move the story along. It should have been sliced up to a much smaller time, and perhaps added to a deleted scenes extra.

Speaking of extras, this one is kinda skimpy at three trailers, but that’s okay. Who has time for extras when writing and directing five films in one year, right? There is part of me that truly wishes Balsamo would slow the fuck down and do perhaps two a year, and really work on them, rather than just put down anything that goes through his mind at the moment. That’s why something like Clerks became a hit. Here, there is too much inconsistency, no overdubs to drown out the traffic noise, and more holes in the story than (put your analogy here). But on the other hand, this is such a high level of guerilla filmmaking that you can’t help but marvel at some of the stuff they pull off, such as a scene outside a church where they never actually enter the church, which had me in stiches.

It is interesting to see these three films over a short amount of time. There is definite growth going on in skill (and especially non-digital effects), so I am hoping this will only increase in time. And, for some reason, I look forward to more of James Balsamo’s perhaps increasing competency, if not lunacy.