Tuesday, January 29, 2013

THE JUNKY'S CHRISTMAS (1993) Nick Donkin & Melanie McDaniel

SO AFTER.....
Christmas and falling flat on my face after the holidays. I decided to write about what I love and know the most about...
JUNKIES
So as mentioned above, I was on the nod and decided to just fucking lay in a pit of despair until I had the strength to walk over to the bathroom to take a piss. I was that bent outta shape. Now before I go into this review, I just want to say that ANY TUESDAY BEFORE A MAJOR HOLIDAY IS THE WORST FOR BUYING D-RUGS. seriously dudes, motherufckers are cashed out because people are stockin up and forgetting the rest of us need to fix (responsibly of course haha). So with all the busts going on around my way it was hard to get in touch with anyone and so i was stuck hustling up some subutext or however you spell that shit.
ANYWAYS
THE REVIEW:
I FUCKING LOVE THIS ANIMATED VERSION OF THIS CLASSIC BURROUGHS SHORT: THE JUNKY'S CHRISTMAS (narrated by WILLIAM BURROUGHS OF COURSE!!)
Oddly enough this aired on VH1 and i guess its when shit was cool on TV then or McDaniel pulled some strings with her music video creds.
Let me start off by saying that THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN, I mean not with me anyway. I've pulled many a hustlin schemes so i would totally think the kid in this story was a fucking liar. So here goes, the story is about Danny Carwiper (hah!) who is out looking for skag on a blistery and lonesome christmas day,; DOPESICK no less, wandersthe streets of a New York Burrough. Without any luck he tries to steal some shit or at least find some shit to steal from some dudes car on the street. Caught, Danny decides its time to give the croaker a call (doctor). Danny walks over to
the croaks house and pretend he has got some sort of weird facial seizure and The drunk ass doctor decides he's grown a conscience and decides that writing illegal scripts for dope is ILLEGAL and tries to set Danny with half a grain of a painkiller... danny totally surprised and ready to whine about the amount races to his hotel/motel room home and gets hiw kit out to "get well". Let me tell you something, if it were me hearing a kid scream next door i would do my shot THEN see what the noise was about. So Danny hears someone yell in a room next door to him and decides to check it out mid tourniquet squeeze. He walks next door to see a kid screaming wretched sounds of pain. the kid has kidney stones. Danny asks him "whats wrong" and as the kid replies he has "kidney stones" Danny offers to call the ambulance but his new found friend in pain replies "they wont dome".  Danny then concludes its because the ambulance will think or does think its a JUNKY calling for pain meds.
Danny is really a stand up guy because in that cold dopesick heart of his he decides to give his grain injection to this kid.
After the pain subsides, the kid decides he's ready for a nap (hey i would be too if it were my first fucking intro to dope in a needle).
What happens therein is basically something of a miracle.... a miracle that I wish would happen to me after i've shared my fucking downtown with other junkies... oh well
There's your fucking story/review for the holidays motherfuckers!
BACK ON THE NOD...
MARK


**RATING: 5/5

Monday, December 10, 2012

Don't Open Till Christmas (1984)


Christmas is just around the corner, which means yours truly will soon be overindulging in egg nog and holiday themed slashers. This year, I set aside my regular viewing in favor of some lesser known films that never really grabbed my attention before. The first of those is Don't Open Till Christmas, a 1984 British "whodunit" starring (and sort of directed by) the late Edmund Purdom. My first brush with this one was at a Christmas Eve party a few years ago. I put it on when things started to die down, but fell asleep around the 30 minute mark. Maybe I was too high? Maybe the movie was just really boring? The only way to know for sure was to watch it with a clear head, and after doing so I wouldn't suggest it to anyone.

The plot for Don't Open Till Christmas is simple enough. So simple, in fact, that this will probably be my shortest review ever. Basically, some guy is going around killing anyone dressed in a Santa suit. Hes pretty ballsy too, considering he rams a sword through some dudes skull in the middle of a Christmas party. The victim is young Kate Briosky's (Belinda Mayne) father. Once word of the murder gets out, detective Ian Harris (Edmund Purdom) teams up with Kate and her boyfriend to get to the bottom of things. The next hour consists of scenes of the police investigation at New Scotland Yard interspersed with the occasional santa killing for good measure. Some weirdo who claims to be a reporter named Giles comes into the picture and begins asking questions about the murders, and the bodies continue to pile up. Blah blah blah, you get the point.

                                 

Don't Open Till Christmas is a very misleading title for a film that looks like it takes place in the middle of April. The atmosphere is terrible, and at times seeing a guy in a santa suit was the only thing there to remind me that this film DOES in fact, take place around Christmas. I know that the UK went through the whole "video nasties" thing in the 80's, so I wasn't expecting much in the gore department. Surprisingly there were one or two cool kills (including a dude who gets his cock lobbed off), but the rest were easily forgettable. I'm not kidding... I honestly don't even remember how half of the people in this movie died. The ending was one of the funniest things I have seen in awhile an--- dude, you know what? I'm just going to spoil this for you guys. No one should have to sit through this dreck so here you go.

Detective Harris receives a package in the mail that says "Don't Open Till Christmas" and, for whatever reason, abides. When he finally does open it, he quickly learns that its a bomb. A bomb from his brother, Giles... the so called reporter guy. Giles was traumatized as a child on Christmas when he caught his father in a santa suit having an affair with some random. The boys mother also sees this and is so shocked that she falls down a staircase to her death.  Giles was sent to the nuthouse and his detective brother did everything in his power to cover it up, but ultimately gets blown to bits. So....theres your big reveal.


Back to the bomb though! That shit was AWESOME. The whole thing literally takes place in a matter of seconds... so if you blink you might miss it. I think that, combined with the fact that the scene literally comes out of nowhere is what had me doubled over with laughter. Its just cheaply tacked on at the end... and as soon as the package starts to explode, the screen immediately fades to black and credits roll. If only the other 77 minutes of the film were this entertaining...

Don't Open Till Christmas? Don't Open this one at all.


1.5/5

Monday, December 3, 2012

BROADS OF THE MONTH!

HIIII-EEEE! Its Gabbie Bam Bam folks! and I'm here to contribute the following images for your viewing pleasure. I hope you enjoy these snapshot moments as I have had the pleasure pausing to capture them! ENJOY THEM STICKY SWEET! ;)
"...I NEED IT LIKE A HOLE IN THE HEAD"
HAZEL OCONNOR OF BREAKING GLASS

 BREAKING GLASS (BRIAN GIBSON 1980): Its one of those movies where "doing anything it takes" to "make it" can really make you wanna puke. With everything from nazis, to heroin junkies and just plain exhaustion from selling out to the masses, Hazel O'Connor plays Punk/New Wave singer KATE. She brings her talented vox  (not to mention beautiful style) to the screen. With original songs written by Hazel they definitely make anyone who isn't a New Wave fan (or anyone ignorant of the genre) at least tickled by the notion that such music DID exist! O'Connor was given many a credit to her role as a tired punk princess who's impoverished rags have been refined to cover her ass from the pricks of "medication" the doctor sticks in her buttocks with a syringe keep her going and performing even though she is reluctant to do so... YIKES baby, YIKES.
Watch this knowing that LADY GAGA only wishes she had the originality that came so naturally to such a vibrant face and VOICE of HAZEL O'CONNOR!!!



RISE AND SHINE WITH SUZANNE STONE-MARETTO 

RISE AND SHINE! WITH SUZANNE STONE
TO DIE FOR (GUS VAN ZANT 1995): AHH YES, SUZANNE STONE (NICOLE KIDMAN). ANOTHER ANTI-HEROINE WHO DECIDES TO DO "WHATEVER IT TAKES" TO MAKE IT TO STARDOM... EVEN IF THAT STARDOM IS A WEATHER GIRL ON A LOCAL CABLE NETWORK. IN THIS DARK HUMORED MOVIE BROUGHT TO YOU BY NONE OTHER THAN ONE OF MY FAVORITE DIRECTORS; SUZANNE STONE IS OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA OF BECOMING FAMOUS! SO MUCH SO THAT SHE EVEN ENLISTS THE HELP OF THREE NAIEVE TEENAGERS TO HELP HER MURDER HER HUSBAND (OR SHE AT LEAST SEDUCES THEM EACH INTO KILLING MR. MARETTO  AHEM, MATT DILLON :SWOON: FOR HER!) 
ALTHOUGH SUZANNE IS A PSYCHOPATHIC SEDUCTRESS, I CANNOT HELP BUT FALL IN LOVE WITH HER INGENIUS FASHION SENSE TO MATCH SEXUALITY WITH TACKY 80'S COLORS THAT WOULD MAKE ANY MAN AND WOMAN ALIKE FALL MADLY IN LOVE WITH HER! AND HER DEDICATION TO TV SUPERSEDES MY OWN!






GABBIE BAM BAM SIGNING OFF FOLKS! 
XOXOXO

HAPPY VIEWING AND CHEERS! TO THE VIDIOTS OF THE WORLD!!!!!

Thursday, November 15, 2012

NEW VIDIOT-ETTE?

Hey there folks! Gabbie Bam Bam will soon be joining us and contributing some sweet pictures from her lonely loser sessions watching movies with us... here's a taste! ENJOY FELLOW VIDIOTS!
THIS WEEK:
HOT BABES DOING HOT THINGS


Not to mention the "Too Hot to Trot" "Seville Ritz" of TOMBOY



...and the Hot Chick getting molested buy the token "drunken rockstar" type....
Jennifer Tilly gets "SILLY"
COME TO MARY....

EL FIN more to come!
**screen shots by Gabbie Bam Bam

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Mutilator (1985)


If you're a fan of 80's slashers, theres a good chance that you've heard of The Mutilator. I know I have... multiple times, in fact. To be honest, there was a period in my life where I COULD NOT escape this film. It seemed like every time I forgot about it, IMDB was there to remind me that it still existed by stuffing it in the "Recommended For You" section of whatever page I was on at the moment. Despite all of this, I refused to give it the time of day. Months passed, and I thought was done with the film once and for all. Then, this past Sunday rolled around and the damn thing reared its ugly head once again... this time on Youtube. I was browing when all of a sudden, "The Mutilator (1985) UNCUT" popped up in the "Related Videos" sidebar.  With nothing better to do, I finally clicked on it to see what all the hype was about...


Lets just start by saying that Buddy Cooper wastes no time when it comes to back story.  As mom prepares a cake in the kitchen, little Ed Jr. sits in the other room polishing a rifle. Apparently its his dads birthday, and what better gift could you possibly give yer father than a cabinet full of clean guns? Why a child is allowed to handle a loaded gun (unsupervised) in the first place is beyond me, but who the hell cares?! All that matters is within the first 2 minutes, Ed Jr. accidentally fires that shit into his moms back all the way from the living room, killing her instantly. If anything, you have to admire how good of a shot the kid is. Not only is the door to the kitchen closed (COMPLETELY obstructing his view)... he isn't even aiming at her to begin with! Hes a natural, but 10 seconds later when his dad arrives thats the least of his concerns. He could give a shit less about his sons knack for firing. He doesn't want to know how it happened or anything! In fact, neither party says a word. You would think there would at least be SOME questioning or Ed Jr. would attempt to explain himself, but nahhh. The first 3 minutes of this film are dialogue free. Instead, dear old dad drags his dead wifes body into the living room and pours himself a drink. He then discovers a note that reads "Happy Birthday Daddy All Cleaned By ME!" tacked onto the gun cabinet, which he slaps onto his wifes chest before dumping some liquor down her throat too. I guess this is supposed to indicate that he is in shock or has completely lost his mind. All I could make of it was "Hey, I want to waste some liquor!" or "Heres a very DIRECT toast to all my dead homies."


Since there is no title card to indicate how big the gap in time is, I'm not sure when the next part of the film takes place. When the scene fades in, everyones sitting around in a restaurant drinking and swapping stories an--- Wait, what? Thats Ed Jr.? and hes a college student now? Jeez, him and his friends sure didn't age well. As it turns out, Eddy has received a note from his father asking him to clean up their beach house. While Ed's on the phone with his dad, the friends casually discuss how he shot his mother, which pretty much sets the tone for the rest of the film. I don't care how dark the beginning was, the entire thing does a complete 180 from here on out. Ed Jr.'s buddies coax him into cleaning up the place, and decide to tag along since they have nothing better to do during Fall Break (the original title of the film). We're finally presented with opening credits, which are accompanied by a happy go lucky theme song (also called "Fall Break") and some random scenes of the kids buying beer/drinking and driving. This shit seriously plays out like a mid 80's teen comedy... NOT a slasher film.


Our ragtag group of shitheads finally arrives at the joint, only to find that the door is already open and things have been moved around. LOTS of liquor has been drank, and a gigantic fucking battle axe is missing. Despite his girlfriend begging him multiple times to phone the police about a possible break in, Ed Jr. insists that his dad came up there, drank with his buddies, and took the axe home. The idea of an intruder in the house is quickly swept under the rug and the kids begin partying without a care in the world.  Little do they know dad is hiding out in the garage, waiting to murder his son for something he did years ago... along with anyone else who gets in his way. Why he waited all this time is a mystery, but one things for certain; the sun WILL go down, and dad will come out to play.

The Mutilator is famous for its over the top death scenes and so-so acting, and after viewing its easy to see why. Without those two things, it nothing more than a run of the mill slasher with terrible dialogue and an even worse score. Seriously, whoever composed the soundtrack for this film must also be responsible for all the empty liquor bottles back at the beach house. The piano numbers are painfully upbeat for a horror film, and one song actually reminded me of the theme from Cheers. I couldn't tell if they were trying to make a comedy, a serious horror film, or both.

Example: A brutal murder is followed by a cartoonish scene of a guy getting dressed in fast-mo after his girlfriend teases him with sex.

The same guy takes a pitchfork in the throat later in the film and is able to scream at the top of his lungs until he perishes. However, a girl being strangled can't manage to yell for help or make even the slightest noise? Did I mention theres a blooper reel during the end credits? Thats right folks, the same film that has a very graphic scene involving a gaff and a vagina also has a gag reel at the end, reminiscent of the opening credits of Full House. OH, and that silly "Fall Break" song makes one last appearance before all is said and done.


According to IMDB, this was Buddy Cooper's only attempt as a writer, director, or producer so maybe I'm being a bit harsh.  During the end credits I noticed that family members made up a lot of the cast, leading me to believe that he didn't have many resources and probably didn't intend for this thing to develop the cult following that it has over the years. I guess when you take all that into consideration, its a pretty good first time effort and they obviously had fun making it.

Funny? Yes!
Entertaining? Definitely!
Cult Classic? Hardly.

The Mutilator is an easily forgettable slasher with a couple of cool kills (and some dialogue) that'll make ya cringe. Watch this one with some friends and a case of booze.

Score: 2.5/5.0

Monday, November 5, 2012

PORNS R US

HEY KIDDIES! Its the first of the month so that means its time to shed some light on a few masturbatory sites. This is for that grimey and lonely teenage boy (or girl) who just want to skip the bullshit and find some decent porn they can cum to super fast. I think its fucking HILARIOUS (well after i sploodge all over the place in under thirty seconds of course!). So here is my site of choice this month: PORNHUB.COM
Some favorite porn stars i've had the pleasure of sharing intimate internet sex-time with are:
Eva Angelina
Rachel Starr (and her amazing ass)
Tera Patrick (everyone better know who the fuck this is!)
aaaaand some russian slobs and slagettes who seem to be rejects from the 80's. Hey i don't judge its whatever is gonna make you cum right?!

ok soo here it is in all her glory:


Eva Angelina deep gagging hard fuck brought to you by PornHub
Yes many are asking... good GAWD is she in pain?! hmm maybe she has trouble with her digestion and needs this guys help! I'm so glad she had time to get her nails done. and FUCK the KY when you got her GAG-A-TRON spit to simplify things. Well, I hope she likes a mouthful of pubes to go with her breakfast because her costar didn't get the memo he was going to be SHOWING HIS COCK TO THE WORLD AND IT LOOKS LIKE OSCAR THE GROUCH'S UNIBROW GOT LOST ON SOMEONES DICK!

enjoy and KEEP IT LUBRICATED FOLKS!

RATING: 2/5

**NOTE: enjoy these videos while they last because sometimes they are removed for copyright reasons (yeah, i know)

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Wrong Turn 5: Bloodlines (2012)


I was anticipating my next trip to the DMV more than the release of Wrong Turn 5, the latest in a long running list of sequels to a film that wasn't THAT great to begin with. Unfortunately, the latter came first. Okay, okay... maybe I'm being a bit too harsh. To be honest, I really liked the original Wrong Turn when it came out back in 2003. Eliza Dushku was a total babe, the scares were existent, and those hillbillies sure were grotesque. Did the film actually do well enough to merit a sequel though? I got my answer four years later in 2007 when Wrong Turn 2: Dead End was released STV. I wasn't even going to bother with it until I realized that none other than Henry FUCKING Rollins had a lead role in the thing. I caved, watched it, and discovered that it too was an okay film. Just OK though! I definitely didn't expect to see any more movies bearing the Wrong Turn name, but ever since that fateful day in 2007 it seems like they just keep on comin'. I guess in a way I'm part of the problem. No matter how bad I KNOW the sequels are, I gleefully continue to pick them up every time they're released with hope that maybe... just MAYBE, they've done something differently this time around. Is Wrong Turn 5 a breath of fresh air for a series that should have died long ago, or is it the coupe de grace? You probably don't even need to read this review to know the answer to that question, but I'd appreciate it if you did anyway.

When this flick started out I immediately thought that, like Wrong Turn 4, it would be set in another time period. The opening title cards explain how the town of West Virginia was founded in 1814 and by 1817 every resident had disappeared. "Oh God, not another prequel." I thought to myself. Look, I'll just come right out and say that I FUCKING HATE period pieces... especially ones that are set before the 1940's. In fact, the only one I ever really enjoyed was The Awakening... but thats a whole different story.

Thankfully for me, they cut to present day and I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. A news reporter blabs about how the Mountain Man festival is about to be underway, and before I can even begin to draw smart ass comparisons between "Mountain Man" and "Burning Man" she explains the differences between the two and signs off. Damnit. Whatever, she'll be dead soon anyway. While jogging in the woods shes attacked by the three hillbillies before a mysterious man pulls her to safety. "Thank God for you!" she exclaims. The guy assures her that the coast is clear, then lures her out of hiding and after saying "oh, one more thing...", chops her to bits with an axe. It seems the same hillbillies from the first film have a new leader... a man by the name of Maynard Odetts. I guess hes kinfolk or something, but they never explain how he came into contact with them (I'm sure it wasn't Facebook). One thing I noticed is that he doesn't sound like ANYONE I know from West Virginia. He is British. It is noticeable. Then again, this is Wrong Turn 5. Can I really complain about bad casting? After this opening kill we are introduced to the "main characters" (AKA victims), that will ultimately be picked off one by one. They're all kinda lame and I wasn't really able to relate to any of them. One dude had a shitload of drugs though, so I guess he was pretty cool. I mean seriously, this dude had a schedule for taking them and everything.

- Weed: For the camp out
- Ecstasy: For trick or treating
- Mushrooms: For when the bands start playing

             

Where is this guy in my friend circle? NOWHERE, because people like this don't FUCKING EXIST. As you can see everyone is really excited and well prepared for the Burning Ma--- oops, I mean... MOUNTAIN MAN festival. Then, good ol' Maynard deliberately steps out into the middle of the road as the kids are driving... causing them to crash into a tree. He lays there, playing dead until they finally approach him. When they get close enough he attacks as his inbred buddies watch in the woods from a distance. I was expecting the kids to spend the next hour running through the forest screaming "Help!", but in an interesting turn of events the police arrive mid-fight and botch the cannibals entire plan. After some brief questioning Maynard and the kids are both placed under arrest and taken downtown. The main officer asks a deputy to stay behind and wait for the tow truck to arrive and hes like "Yeah, okay. I'll stay here and dick around, texting on my phone." After everyone else peels out the hillbillies emerge from the woods and tear him to bits. The one inbred dude with the bow (guy that looks like the killer from Curtains, see below)

loads that shit TWICE in less than a second and lands arrows in each of the officers legs. Helluva shot, I must say. Back at the police station the kids debate over who will take the rap for the drug charges. The rich blonde haired kid decides hes the man for the job, and the others are set free/told to stay in a nearby hotel. While looking up everyones criminal backgrounds, the lady officer in charge discovers that Maynard is a "pretty big deal" and phones the U.S. Marshall to pick him up in the morning. But, he doesn't care because hes fucking MAYNARD man! The name of the film is BLOODLINES! If the past four films have taught us anything... hes going to survive because his relatives will come to his aid and together, these four fools will destroy an entire town by dawn. He makes smart ass remarks from his cell as his kinfolk make their way towards the jailhouse and we're left wondering who will ultimately survive.

Thats it. Thats really all you need to know. Theres no character development, and the only element of surprise is not knowing who will be killed next. I say this because they are all equally stupid and right when you think you MAY have found a hero or heroine in someone, they wind up dead as a door nail. You never get to see a cool massacre at Mountain Man or anything like that either. Hell, you don't even get to see how the festival went. I was kinda looking forward to seeing that band the kids were talking about, The Cheetah Whores, perform too. :(

Nope... none of that.

The majority of the film takes place inside of a police station and the ghost town surrounding it. I WILL say that the film makers have succeeded in one department, and that is making me hate the villains. I know, I know... you're SUPPOSED to hate the villains, but I mean... I REALLY hated these fuckers. A lot of it stems from the fact that they always get away. I find it hard to believe that an entire township can't take down three disfigured retards whos entire arsenal consists of bow and arrows and Bowie knives. This family has apparently been killing people in small town West Virginia since the 1800's and NO ONE has been able to stop them? Its all very, very stupid. FUCK... If just ONE of them died I would feel like I got some sort of payoff and the entire film would make a lot more sense. But noooooooooo, these guys are flawless killers. I think Curtains dude got shot in the leg once but it didn't even phase him. Fuck him. Fuck this movie. Other than the hatred of the villains, the only positive thing I can say about Wrong Turn 5 is that its not nearly as CGI - heavy as Wrong Turn 3. This results in a couple of cool kills... but cool kills aren't enough to save a film that I feel like I've seen five times now. I guess all thats left to do at this point is forget I ever watched this crap and accept the inevitable: Wrong Turn 6 will be released next fall, and I'll end up watching it.

            

Score: 1/5