Showing posts with label wishes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wishes. Show all posts

Saturday, April 15, 2023

Review: Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama 2

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2023
Images from the Internet

Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama 2
Directed by Brinke Stevens
Candy Bar Productions; Full Moon Features; MVD Entertainment
62 minutes, 2022
www.FullMoonFeatures.com
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The first SBitSBaR (1987) starred the holy trinity of Scream Queens (in no particular order) Brinke Stevens, Michelle Bauer, and Linnea Quigley, all in their horror prime. I saw this when it first came out on VHS when I rented it from my local store in Brooklyn, Video Video. It was a silly, hot mess, but so much fun.

Now, nearly 35 years later, comes Part Dos, directed by Brinke Stevens herself (I knew she was brilliant even in the 1980s), and in cameo roles, both herself and Bauer, with Quigley nowhere in sight except in archival footage (don’t worry, her career is still doing quite well, with the likes of 2017 Bonehill Road and 2020’s Death Drop Gorgeous; according to IMDB, there are conflicting stories both about how Quigley was not asked, and that she was going to be in it but broke her leg). This film was written by Full Moon regular, Kent Roudebush (such as the Giantess films recently reviewed elsewhere on this blog).

Katie O'Neill, Jessie Gill

We are introduced, once again, into the cleavage and spandex world of sorority Pi Epsilon Delta (as opposed to Tri-Delta in the first film), where actors play younger than their actual ages (a trope that goes back even further than 1978’s National Lampoon’s Animal House). Anyway, it is the sorority’s Pledge Night, and ringleader Sarah (Jessie Gill) and her second, Tiffany (Katie O’Neill) are corralling the new recruits, under the strict housemother, drinker Auntie Snake (Kelli Maroney, of 1984’s Night of the Comet, another ‘80s B-film classic, and more recently, 2022’s NightCaller). Auntie is the sister of Spider (Quigley, in the first film). 

As both Sarah and Auntie admit, the sorority is in rough shape, and Sarah wants to bring it “forward” to a better class (pun unintended). There are only two new recruits this year, busty Ginger (Audrey Neal) and multi-inked Devin (Hannah Tullett). We meet them all doing jazzercise in spandex one-sies, and bending over a lot. Not to mention the energetic shower scene; and let us not go into the whole whipped cream montage. Joining them late is leather jacket wearing tough girl Bitsy (Glory Rodriquez); you can tell she’s tough because she keeps throwing “the bird.” I am guessing a secret by her name (PS, I was wrong, but close).

Hannah Tullett, Audrey Neal
As in the first film, there are three doods spying on the sisters, this time via hidden cameras and computers, rather than through an open door. This brain-dead trio are Devin (Luka Parente, who does not live on the second floor, but wears a bowling shirt; I’m not sure if this was a coincidence, or a very wise in-joke), Dinger (Justin Luper), and Turkey (Nathan Blair).

Nathan Blair, Luka Parente, Justin Luper

Of course, the guys get caught and are “forced” to join the sorority to break into the same bowling alley (the real Dickey Lanes, in Cleveland, OH) from 35 years earlier. Man, these people are dumb. I mean, really dumb. The guys hold the bowling pins in front of their pants to emulate their junk, and carry two balls up to their chest to symbolize breasts (with one “motorboating”). The two original pledges accept these doofuses as potential partners, and dance around practically pushing their chests together, while the new one snarls. This is all done during a montage to ‘80s style electronic music. Oh, Brinke, you can do better. Gotta say, as the future body count, there is no one that will make the audience go, “Oh, no!”

During a catfight (of course) at about the halfway mark, a trophy is broken open and out comes our imp, the same puppet used in the first film. In the earlier incarnation, the imp’s voice is high pitched and electronically enhanced (and pre-autotune!). Now, being the son of the original imp, the vocal is deep and sounds stereotypical African-American (voiced by Derek Reid, the writer/producer/director/star of the series, “Black Spider-Man”), who starts off saying “Free at last, free at last / Satan O mighty, I’m free at last.” Oy. He sounds a bit like Audrey II (Levi Stubbs) in Little Shop of Horrors (1986).

Neal, Glory Rodriquez, Gill

As in the original release, Monsieur Imp grants wishes to “thank” the doodle brains for letting him out. but unlike the first, these wishes are given in unexpected manners, seeming taking a nod from the Wishmaster franchise (1997-2002); It does not go well, nor will I go into details. But it is funny. You may see some of the gags coming by the wording of the wishes, but still, it made me smile.

The physical effects look good, and there is a lot of CGI purple smoke and electrical energy that also is effective, especially since this is definitely going for a 1980s vibe. It is all remarkably effective.

Brinke Stevens, Michelle Bauer

There are some nice cameos by Stevens and Bauer, though it was obviously spliced in after. Still, works for the story though it is never explained why they aged if they were trapped in the bottle with the imp.

Okay, to be honest, this is some stupid, sexist stuff, but that is the demographic they are aiming for: teen boys, horny dudes, and people who joyfully remember skimming the aisles of their local video store of their youth as, well, teen boys and horny youth. It is extremely successful in that way, and if this had been released in the ‘80s, it probably would have been a huge VHS hit, that is plain and simple. I am not making any judgments on this, just stating the facts. I enjoyed these kinds of films in the ‘80s as I fit that previous demographic, and this is nicely retro and nostalgic.

I am not only glad this was directed by a woman (reminds me of Richard Pryor being a writer for 1974’s Blazing Saddles, making it possible to use some quite offensive language and actions), but one who was there in the period, so she could have a first-hand experience to make this as loyal to the time as possible. I am also grateful that this film is relatively short, so as not to over-use its topic. There is a hint, however, of a possible sequel to the sequel.

The extras on the Blu-ray are a stack of recent Full Moon trailers, and a short called "Brinke vs. the Imp" (3 min), in which the first half is Stevens discussing the poster of the original film poster when the first release was called The Imp, and the second part shows the person who was the voice of the Imp.

IMDB listing HERE

Warning: spoilers in the trailer


Sunday, December 18, 2022

Review: Deadly Dealings

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2022
Images from the Internet

Deadly Dealings
Directed by Adam Freeman
Pink Lightening Productions; Studio 605
71 minutes, 2022
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The term “Ouija” Board is nearly as common as “Amityville” in titles lately, with such releases as Ouija Death Trap (2014), Ouija Room (2019), and Ouija Shark (2020), which jumped the proverbial. For this film, the same medium is called a “Spirit Board.”

Roni Jonah

Husky voiced Mary Stephens (Roni Jonah) misses her two-year dead brother, long brunette wig-wearing Hank (Stephen McGill, the director’s fiancé). She is distressed about it all, and pines over his grave, with him popping up in horrific visions in her dreams. Thankfully, perhaps, her long blond-wig wearing roommate, Milo (director Freeman) is into things like Tarot and, yes, the Spirit Board.

Adam Freeman

Mary is also emotionally supported by her therapist, Dr. Heart (exotic dancer Jessa Flux, aka Jessa Daisy), who looks like her make-up was done by cotton candy, tries to reassure Mary and to accept reality, in a loving, Southern drawl way (this was filmed in Tennessee), and also by her mom, Helen (Helene Udy, famous for the likes of “Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman,” Pel the Firangi on “Deep Space Nine,” and 1981’s My Bloody Valentine) and dad, Wayne (Joseph Casterline).

When Mary and Milo finally get to use the spirit board that Milo keeps in his underwear drawer, there is a bit of warning and scoffing. Part of the previous exposition for their upcoming situation is a spirit board infomercial that Milo watches while Mary is out, telling of both the good and the bad about the boards, and how it can both connect one with a deceased loved one, or if used improperly, open a doorway to evil into our world. Gee, I wonder which one will happen to our dynamic duo.

Jessa Flux/Daisy

After using the board, ending abruptly, Mary – who has violent dreams about her brother nearly every night – envisions a demon, Aisling (Conor McCarthy), and the make-up is fabulous, done by Deryk Wehrley. That is when the film goes into a higher gear, as Mary has one foot in Goethe’s Faust (1876) and the other in the W.W. Jacobs short story “The Monkey’s Paw” (1902). It also touches a bit on Stephen King’s Pet Sematary (1983), as Mary’s wish is granted, but not exactly how she imagined it. It truly is a “be careful what you wish for” scenario.

While her parents seem oblivious to what Mary wished, Mary knows immediately that something is not kosher in zombieland. Not to mention murderous. And they’re coming to get you, Barba… I mean, Mary.

Conor McCarthy

There are some nice twists and turns, double crosses, and unexpected moments. Despite the unspoken and subtle LGBQT+ reverberations, there is also a nice and gratuitous nude bubble bath scene I certainly was not expecting. Most of the gore seems to be practical SFX, though there are some CGI splatters, which still look consistent.

The film is deliciously cheesy, much like the constant flow of pizza (Hawaiian…ugh; yes, I am a proud, Brooklynite pizza snob) that Milo keeps ordering throughout the film. Quick digression: both Hawaiian and California pizzas, which have pineapple (anathema!), are Canadian in origin. Okay, back to the story: it flows easily between the subtle and the over-the-top in a way that is effective, as I am sure that is what Freeman was going for in the zeitgeist of the film.

One of the ways the viewer can tell is by the bright color palate choices and art design. It is blazing with pastel colors in décor, dress, and make-up, giving the film a disarmingly light feel at first. Even Jonas’ hair color sometimes changes from scene to scene, though often occurring on the same day; it starts off pink, changes to Ann-Margret red, and then varies in-between via streaks. I thought it was smart to use these light colors, to contrast the evil within the storyline. And then there is the random glitter of the dead…

This release is Freeman’s directorial debut. There are some rough moments here and there, yet this remains totally enjoyable, colorful, and shows so much promise. His next film, which is due out next year, is a remake of Donald Farmer’s 1989 Scream Dream. I am looking forward to seeing it.

IMBD listing HERE