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Showing posts with label Complete Nonsense. Show all posts

26.1.15

Frightmare.

Lovelock and Starkwell don’t have that much experience with Troma, but what exposure they have had has not left them hopeful that anything with Troma attached to it is going to be all that satisfying.  This one is actually one that WASN’T Troma originally, they just picked up the rights to release it on DVD.  So, that gives us hope to the two who, let’s be honest, don’t want to have to sit through another “Poultrygeist”.  Troma’s not all bad.  But it sure ain’t all good.  Alright.  Come on.  Horror star!

[...]

[DVD has some opening introduction with Lloyd Kaufman.  It’s like a hundred million minutes long.]

Lovelock: No.  NO!  Start the movie.

Starkwell: Why is this so long?

[Honestly, we almost lost them before the fucking movie started.  Classic Troma.]

[...]

The story seems to revolve around an old actor, a Vincent Price / Bela Lugosi type of guy that I will, from here on out refer to as, Draculactor.  In the opening scene he straight up murders a director that he has a disagreement with.  Then they show him at some kind of “Inside the Actor’s Studio” type of deal and he passes out.  Some girl does mouth to mouth on him and revives.  Then he goes home and some fat guy tries to kill him but LOOK OUT Draculactor kills fat guy instead.

[...]

Lovelock: I’m starting to think he just faked passing out so some young student would do mouth to mouth on him.

Starkwell: He is remarkably spry when he wants to be.

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After killing the fat guy Draculactor gets out of bed, plays his organ and then… climbs into a coffin, closes it, and apparently dies.  Lovelock and Starkwell are looking a little shocked and confused, and someone said “dude knows how to make an exit”.  He also filmed his own farewell and it was shown at his funeral.  Anyways, then some eighties punks, big fans of his work I guess, break into his tomb and steal his body.

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Lovelock: Is this basically “Weekend at Bernies”?

Starkwell: I have a feeling something is gonna revive him.

Lovelock: So it’s “Weekend at Bernies 2”?

Starkwell: If that helps you.

Lovelock: It doesn’t.

Starkwell: It’s actually feeling more to me like “Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things”.

Lovelock: I slept through that.

Starkwell: And yet you remember both "Bernie" movies.

[...]

The movie is boring.  But eventually after a cheesy séance and some loud sound effects that washed out most of the dialogue, it appears that Draculactor is back from the dead and killing the punks with all of his telekinetic abilities.  Admittedly, at this point, the movie starts being a bit more fun.  One highlight, for example, was when Draculactor stared at a woman in a bathrobe and made her burst into flames, at which point, I believe Lovelock said “burn baby burn”.  Unfortunately, it doesn’t offer all that much else, and gets boring again real fast.  Eventually Draculactor kills everyone, even his widow when she comes to visit his tomb.

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[The movie ends with Draculactor talking to the screen / the audience about how Hell isn’t that bad.]

Lovelock: Wait, what?

6.1.13

Dead Heat.


Buddy Cop Movies may have been a dime a dozen at one point, especially in the eighties, but one sub-genre within that sub-genre that has only been explored once (that I can think of) is the Zombie Buddie Cop Movie.  Joe Piscopo and Treat Williams in a buddy cop movie together would already be enough to get most people laughing at the cheesy potential… but now throw in a Mad Scientist and some zombies, and well, you have a truly unique experience for the whole family. That is, if your family is Starkwell and Lovelock.  It is DEFINITELY worth mentioning that director Mark Goldblatt’s only other directorial credit is the Dolph Lundgren “Punisher” movie.  This just keeps getting better and better.  Did I mention Vincent Price is in this?

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[Crooks rob a jewellery store, Joe and Treat are called to respond!]

Starkwell: I don’t know what’s worse… Joe Piscopo’s acting or his hair.

[Crooks are shot, they bleed a lot, but don’t fall down or die.]

Lovelock: Cops and Zombie Robbers!  I love it!

[...]

Piscopo blows one up with a grenade, and Treat rams the other one with a car.  Great effects, great violence, and the crowd goes wild.

[...]

Starkwell: Is it racist that the chief is ALWAYS an angry black guy?

Lovelock: Racist? Maybe.  Awesome? Definitely. “You guys pull this shit again, it’ll be your ass in the something something!”  And so on and so forth.

[...]

The Detective Duo meet at the morgue and find out that the two that they killed had already had autopsies performed on them.  This leads to them investigating a pharmaceutical company.  Almost IMMEDIATELY Piscopo breaks into an area he isn’t supposed to go in, finds a resurrection machine, and fights a fat fucked-up looking biker zombie.  Treat hears gunfire and goes to find and help his partner.

[...]

[Treat dies.]

Lovelock: Well, his name is Roger Mortis… probably should have seen it coming that he would die.

[Piscopo and Becky from the morgue use the resurrection machine to bring Treat back.]

Lovelock: Either Becky from the morgue is a genius, or that is one easy to use resurrection machine!

Starkwell: Or the writers were lazy and bad.

Lovelock: I guess…

Starkwell: And where are all the scientists that designed this machine? Isn’t ANYONE curious why there’s a resurrection machine here? Anyone can just waltz around the crime scene?  Where are all the police? How does Becky know about the side effects of the resurrection machine?  ISN’T ANYONE CURIOUS ABOUT WHO CREATED THE RESURRECTION MACHINE!!?!?!??!!

[...]

Lovelock had to try to tune him out, because Starkwell continued to ask questions for the next ten minutes.  Treat had to start wearing makeup to cover up the fact that he is dead, colorless and starting to decompose.  It was all a little silly.

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Starkwell: Piscopo has at least five hundred more one-liners than any person should have in one film.

Lovelock: In one film?  Try in one lifetime.

[...]

The Duo end up fighting more decomposing zombie criminals while they try to get to the bottom of what has happened to Treat.

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[Treat starts losing his hair.]

Lovelock: Take anything, but don’t take my hair!

Starkwell: Why is he looking at himself in the mirror, shirtlessly brushing his hair?

Lovelock: Seriously... American Psycho.

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Then there’s this crazy scene in Chinatown where a mad Chinese wizard turns on some magic electricity in his butcher shop and a bunch of food comes to life and attacks them.  It is an impressive sequence and has Lovelock doing roundhouse kicks.

[...]

[Dead meat attacks them.]

Starkwell: Why would a skinned headless cow carcass come back to life?

Lovelock: Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown

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Vincent Price plays a rich dead guy who we all suspect is behind the resurrection machine.  Treat goes to investigate the guy’s house with the girl they met at the pharmaceutical company.

[...]

[Picture of Vincent Price with Ronald Reagan.]

Starkwell: I hope that was the writer’s subtle way of implying that Reagan was a zombie.

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Then Treat finds Piscopo dead and seriously isn’t very shocked or upset.  But then again, no one ever really seems upset about anything in this movie except, of course, the angry black police chief, who is REALLY worked up all the time.

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[Pharmaceutical Girl is actually a zombie.  She takes a shower and then she decomposes, melts and turns into dust in seconds.]

Lovelock: SO… FUCKING… AWESOME…

Starkwell: How come she looked normal up until RIGHT NOW, whereas Treat is slowly decomposing?

Lovelock: Just stop being an asshole and enjoy this.

Starkwell: You’re right.  That is pretty sweet.  IF YOU HATE LOGIC.

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Treat figures out that it ISN’T Vincent Price after all, it’s the Evil Coroner!  Anyways, then he ends up riding an unmanned ambulance down a hill, and explodes.  And Becky is dead.  And then it turns out it really IS Vincent Price behind it all.  This was one of Price’s last roles, and he is as awesome as always.

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[In a demo to rich donors, Price and Coroner demonstrate the newly perfected resurrection machine using Piscopo.]

Starkwell: Why would they use Piscopo?

Lovelock: More importantly, why would Piscopo wear such high cut Mom Jeans?

[Piscopo immediately joins forces with Treat, they kill the Coroner by blowing him up,  and then they blow up the resurrection machine, and now they’re gonna die.]

Starkwell: Seriously that’s it?  Everyone dies and no one cares?  Wow.

Lovelock: They didn’t even kill Price…

[...]

Then the credits roll and a song clearly written for the movie called “Dead Heat” starts playing, and Lovelock and Starkwell very randomly and unexpectedly start dancing.