By Ryn Gargulinski A man here is dying, literally, for a drink. One of the best addiction flicks around, it's on par with Requiem for a Dream, which actually made me leave the room for its creepiness.
This film is equally as horrific, although we don't get prostitution and an arm amputation. Rather, we see a poor sap in the throngs of his disease, which is not a pretty sight.
The film faithfully portrays all the alcoholic tendencies - the shakes, the enablers, the secrecy, the shame, the hospital wards, the insanity. The cravings, the rage, the drink that sings like a siren to the drinker, the desire to blow your brains out. DTs are even explored, in the form of a dive bombing bat and a sad, bleeding mouse.
Highlight: The dive bombing bat and the sad, bleeding mouse. Lowlight: The woman who lets her alcoholic boyfriend sell her gorgeous leopard coat for a drink. This happens, of course, in the rain. Rating (1-10): 99.42
he will not greet me at the door, my blasé dog, who gets mad if I come home too early, upset I’ve encroached on his nap but – he lies in wait, in ambush – when I step from the shower with water on my legs to lap at the moisture and tickle my knees I wonder if he’ll sicken from the lotion – or infect me with swipes of his tongue – but then I recall some stuff I once read oh yes sanitary dog tongues and their spotless success while it’s true they’re not great to wash the dishes – they’ve been rated best to primp a newborn babe.
By Ryn Gargulinski Blood, guts, gore, disgusting scenes involving severed heads and ligaments, watching folks ripped in half by a chainsaw through a car seat….for a horror movie, what more do you need?
I loved it.
Unlike the tiresome Jason movies or the sequels to other of the genre that keep getting stupider and stupider, every sequel or pre-sequel to the massacre mess just gets gorier and gorier. The special effects have also much improved since the 1974 debut, making legs severed into stumps much more plausible.
Besides, the plotline is believable and our antagonist, inspired by the bloody crimes of Ed Gein, is somewhat likable.
Born and raised in a Texas slaughterhouse, our main character finally grabs a chainsaw and goes on his way. All questions are answered, like why the family turns to cannibalism, how he got the jazzy “leather” face (which is really human skin) and why they are the only folks left living in a remote Texas near-ghost town.
Highlight: The tea party scene where the fat lady works as an effective kitchen door barricade against the enemy. Lowlight: Yes, at times it actually got TOO gross. I had to look away during a couple of scenes (it didn’t help I was eating mushy grits and peanut butter). But then again, for a horror flick, grossness is a highlight, no? Rating (1-10): 13
Born in Michigan only to take a Greyhound to New York City at the age of 18. Moved after 17 years to New Mexico, after the city started feeding on me. Got goats, a dog and a job offer on the West Coast, where I dreamed on the ocean but drowned in the rain. Thus I up and moved to Tucson.