Sunday, July 27, 2014
Some of you have been along for the ride for a while now and some of you may have just stumbled upon my little domain here. Chances are most of you fall somewhere in between. If you, Dear Readers, are fans of similar cinema as you may find covered here I encourage you to please come on over to my latest endeavor. A dear friend of mine, Hal Lyons, has approached me to join him in starting an online 'zine. Something akin to Thought Catalog for folks like us-but without all the whining. I won't have gone far but I won't post here anymore. You can find me at www.auldfangsyne.com. Eventually I plan to move everything over there and just include a comprehensive list of my scribblings along with links to their respective pages. That may take a bit more time so things will be here for a spell and slowly slip away as though a dream. I will maintain a comprehensive list of links to my reviews where ever they may be so you can always click through from here to help you find your way.
Come on over to Auld Fang Syne and check it out. I've started Movie Pack Madness where the inaugural set is Mill Creeks Drive In Movie Classics. A disc a week or so will appear so you can expect at least four reviews of some Z grade stuff from your's truly. Also a monthly feature called Drive-In Dogma and a month or so ago we had Biker Fridays. Lots of fun stuff going on so come on over. Auld Fang Syne... We're Not Human...And We've Got An Ax.
Hope to see you there,
Monday, June 23, 2014
Farrah (Nicole Fiore) is left at the altar by her no show soon to be ex and flies off into a fit of crazy. She becomes violent and is institutionalized and remains there until her aunt Reema finally convinces her mother Phyllis to allow her to come home albeit with stiff conditions in place. The passing of her father helps her keep her crazy on at least a slow boil and once in a while it explodes in violent fashion. Her obsession with violent news leads to her fixation and unhealthy relationship with local serial killer Jackson Miles, played by the giant face tattooed titan Tim Dax from Mr. Bricks: A Heavy Metal Murder Musical. He muscle heads his way through the role and even gets his dick grabbed by Farrah in a disjointed jail house meeting and romp. Because prisons let proteges come in and select a serial killer mentor, right? I mean that's not unbelievable in anyway is it? Anyway she pretty much tells him she wants to kill and he tells her to go for it. Well she seems to be on a downward spiral from being a witch to being an unbearable bitch passing up her aunt and mother somewhere in between. Her mom is getting married to an asshole and having a sapphic affair with her dead husband's sister...leaving open the possibility that one of them probably offed the guy so the could scissor till their hearts are content. Of course things go wrong all the way around and the end is the most ridiculous and stupid thing I've seen since the final scene of The Last Exorcism 2. That's saying a lot.
Slaughter Daughter is a no budget flick that tries to be angsty but falls flat on it's face. The Mr. Bricks gang are back and this hits a flatter note than their earlier endeavor. Packed with unlikable characters it becomes very hard to gain any kind of connection with the film. Dax and Fiore spend a good deal of time trying to out angst each other and it comes across more like teenage pretension than anything else. No performances are fantastic but Ruby LaRocca manages to play the most sympathetic and human character of the bunch. One good thing about the flick is how it points out the 24/7 news cycle and how it can impact people. Unfortunately it then does what it can to call Natural Born Killers to mind and only serves to remind the viewer that other films tell a similar story better than Slaughter Daughter. Slaughter Daughter is available on DVD from Brain Damage Films.