Showing posts with label black comedy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black comedy. Show all posts

Thursday, August 23, 2018

MICROWAVE MASSACRE - “The Worst Horror Movie Of All Time”



How can you tell a movie is going to be good? When it opens with shameless T&A shots, that’s how.

Ok, so that isn’t true at all. But that is how this movie starts out, and its pretty damn bad and good all in one. It’s sick, its twisted, its wrong and disgusting, and the acting is 98% awful beyond belief. The jokes are stupid, delivered with the assistance of 70’s porno music and a variety of interchangeable hookers and strippers. Why would someone watch this movie?


I watch it because it’s sick, twisted, wrong and disgusting, and I happen to really like 70’s porno music.



Jackie Vernon.  You may also remember him as Frosty the Snowman. 
We follow our star Donald, played by Jackie Vernon (AKA Frosty the Snowman in the old cartoon movie,) as he hones his newfound taste for female flesh, in more ways than one. His nagging wife is a horrible cook, and he would give anything for a bologna and cheese instead of her attempts at fine french cuisine prepared in their monster-sized microwave oven. Apparently this microwave is all the rage but, just like food prepared in them today, Mae’s cooking is awful. Donald tries to be polite for as long as possible, but he CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! Thankfully, there is an incident and they break up, in a way. I will leave the details for the movie, but let’s just say Donald won’t have to worry about eating Mae’s cooking anymore.

So what is a free and single guy with a big appetite to do? He makes friends with two younger guys he works construction with, and they head out together in search of chicks. Donald is loving the new single life when he goes into the garage for a midnight snack. Forgetting that he stored Mae in the refrigerator he gets his first taste of HUMAN FLESH, and decides he likes Mae better this way. Mae was packing on the pounds in the later years of their marriage, but she still only lasts so long. So Donald goes out in search of women to screw AND eat. And because he is a nice guy, he also shares the spoils of his new love of cooking with his best buds. What a guy!


"I don't know how you do it, but it gets better every time"

Of course this can’t go on forever, its too perfect a deal. But whatever happens to Donald I will leave for you to find out. What I will tell you is that Donald is one of the most fun and sympathetic killers of any movie. He is a simple guy, and he wants a simple life. His wife wants to make things all fancy and complicated and nags him to no end for not going along with it. Who wouldn’t want to be free of that? Once he gets away from her he can be himself again; he tells bad jokes, never washes his car, sleeps with women with no strings attached; Donald lives a bachelor’s paradise.

MICROWAVE MASSACRE started as a story written by Craig Muckler (neighbor in women’s underwear) for a class taught by Irv Berwick, the classic b-movie director, who’s son Wayne would go on to direct the film. It is purposefully exploitative, low budget, and B-stock all the way. It never pretends to be anything else, and it never lets you down. The story is unique and witty, and add in a bit of cannibalism and you’ve got yourself something really special.

"I may have underestimated Mae's taste!"
This movie is full of bad jokes told by bad actors. By bad actors I don’t mean people who are trying hard and sucking, I mean people who have never acted before and, in most cases, never acted again. So they are telling it like it is, really. Corny puns told by someone without an acting lesson actually makes it funnier – you can see the joke coming, its presented, and when you laugh at it you might get a little embarrassed if anyone is watching. I would call these “Dad jokes” all the way. They aren’t cool, they certainly aren’t funny, but they are pretty clever and you have to give them credit for that. You end up really liking the person who tells the stupid joke awkwardly and, if you’re anything like me, you might find yourself quoting the lamest of them in public and giggling like a maniac, just a little.








So what is the moral of a sick, twisted, wrong and disgusting story like this? I think it goes something like – relax, chill out, and taste the finer things in life!




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Thursday, August 16, 2018

EATING RAOUL - The Best Movie You've Never Seen



BONK!

If you haven’t seen this movie yet, your life is not complete. You cannot die. Well, plenty of people have died without seeing this movie, but let’s say that isn’t really living. EATING RAOUL is the most uplifting, inspiring story of murderers/stalkers/cannibals ever told. If you’ve ever been passed over for a promotion, ignored by someone who you were working extra hard for, or thought “why them and not me?” then this is a film you will love. Sex, drugs and full-frontal nudity run rampant and the good guys prevail thanks to the party.

This film is the introduction of Paul and Mary Bland, characters reprised in numerous movies over the following decade, but I’ll leave those to you to identify in the comments below. The Blands are an uptight and old fashioned couple living in the swinging 80’s in L.A. Everyone they see is sexually perverse and every bit revolting to the straight-laced couple. But like anyone in Hollywood they dream big, they wish to one day open their own restaurant in the suburbs. Ahh, the trees, living above the store: real small town life Gilmore Girls style. 

Sounds great except the Blands don’t have any money. They can’t pay the bills and their jobs suck, they work their asses off all day while the swingers get high and screw and have money falling out of whichever orifice they prefer that evening. It isn’t until Mary is attacked by a swinger and Paul hits him over the head with a frying pan that they see just how they can get the money for their dream – at the expense of “horrible, sex-crazed maniacs no one in the world would miss...” With help from their friend Doris the Dominatrix the Blands learn their way around the world of kink, and Raoul swoops in to add the final piece of the puzzle; what does a nice young couple do with their victim’s body after they have looted it? Raoul has some friends that are in the market for just such an item...



So look, if you dream of something you don’t have yet, this movie will resonate with you. Maybe you’ll be upset they thought of the idea first, but no one carries cash anymore anyway so the idea needs some tweaking, maybe Apple Pay. The Blands are painfully proper but anyone can relate to their situation as they work towards their dream. The more angry and upset they get, the harder things seem to get. But their opportunity comes, like it will for all of us! They get to profit from the scum of the earth they have such disdain for, and they loosen up a bit in the process. You would never guess you’d see these two stiffs at a rich swingers party in the Hollywood Hills, but you will (WARNING: NUDITY!).


One thing I really enjoy about this movie other than the vengeful story line is the set design. The Blands’ apartment is decked out 50’s style, with mother’s furniture, retro mirrors and pillars of cacti. Their double beds give them the space they both seek, but best is the stuffed wine bottle that Paul sleeps with. Paul Giamatti’s character in SIDEWAYS probably has the same one and clutches it with the same love and adoration. The x-rays in the background while Mary and Raoul have their fling are easy to miss at first, and even harder to see at the swinger’s party over the fireplace in their fancy artwork form, but they are there. The artwork in the Bland apartment as they become more comfortable with their sexuality, and a little more greedy, changes also, along with the flourishes they use for each client they go out of their way to please before bopping over the head and disposing of the body via Raoul and his friends at the Doggy King dog food factory.

EATING RAOUL is one of my favorite movies of all time. The story is a feel-good, heartwarming tale of success, overcoming the obstacles of life to achieve your biggest goals, and doing it as a team, a husband and wife together. Aww, how cute. But in this day and age you can’t do anything by being nice. You have to be calculating, purposeful, and a little greedy. The Blands learn that the sexually liberated people they hate the most are actually the people who will make their goals possible, and if they use their brains their dreams will come true.

Hey, if I could be rich and sit by my pool and order drinks delivered to me all day, and all I had to do was hit a bunch of my worst enemies in the head with a frying pan, I would call it a pretty fair trade, wouldn’t you?






P.S. - Why is it called EATING RAOUL? You’ll never know if you don’t watch the film all the way to the end!




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