The last great splat-stick comedy from Peter Jackson, who, one year later, proved his worth as a dramatic filmmaker with "Heavenly Creatures." I can't help but wonder if he knew that he'd be leaving this genre behind because there are no holds barred, no stomach left unturned.
The bite of a vicious Sumatran rat-monkey leads to a series of unfortunate events for a hapless mama's boy and everyone else in town.
But enough about the plot. You'll see more blood, guts, and any other bodily expulsion than in 3 "Texas Chainsaw Massacres" put together. And it's all a ridiculous amount of crazy fun.
Sit back, enjoy, and be sure to clean off your TV afterwards.
No stars. I was surprised this thing made $212 million at the worldwide box office, because I can't imagine who would possibly enjoy this. It's an ungodly marriage of standard autopilot action tropes (lots of yelling and stuff blowing up) and sleazy exploitation movie tactics (are we supposed to be grossed out or turned on by the seduction of the damsel in distress by the very handsy hellish host? It seems to wobble between both worlds.) Probably the worst ACTION movie Arnie ever made. ("Junior" was a far more horrific film about an unholy pregnancy.)
Definitely more satisfying with it's scares and-surprisingly, it's social commentary-than you might expect. Like any good horror anthology, we have an eccentric teller of our tales: Mr. Simms, the director of a funeral home in South Central LA where 3 hoods have dropped by to score some drugs. Simms is interested in introducing them to the many types of people unfortunate enough to become his customers, and tell the stories of how they came to be cold in a coffin.
And thus we hear 4 yarns detailing how police brutality and corruption, child abuse, racism, and a desperate need to adhere to the hardcore gangsta lifestyle can all lead some unfortunate souls to an early grave. (And one story hits too close to home for the 3 drug buyers!)
The film is definitely inspired by the film version of "Tales From The Crypt" in it's framework and the TV version in it's spirit and execution. There's some great social commentary here, but you never feel like you're being preached at or clubbed over the head. (No surprise Spike Lee helped produce it.) For fans of horror or hip hop cinema (killer soundtrack, in more ways than one), this is a coffin lid you'll want to pop open.