…although not as much of either as I anticipated, I’m sad to say:
Lust for Vengeance (2001), in which a bunch of skeezy Brooklynites occasionally take time out from their busy schedules of snorting, screwing, and toking to get killed by a black-gloved psycho in a motorcycle helmet…
Repligator (1997), in which there supposedly is a reason why an experimental teleportation machine turns everyone who uses it into a sex-crazed female were-alligator, but it wouldn’t be worth your time or mine for me to try explaining it…
Sexsquatch: The Legend of Blood Stool Creek (2012), in which you have no one to blame but yourself if you watch a movie called that…
and…
Stripperland (2011), which amazingly diverges early and often from its stated business of being Zombieland with boobies, and turns out not to be nearly as witless or indefensible as I was expecting.
#1 by RogerBW on March 22, 2015 - 6:01 pm
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Could any film have lived up to that cover for Repligator?
#2 by Blake on March 22, 2015 - 6:42 pm
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Please don’t tell me your passing up Rutger Hauer and Charles Dutton’s joint contribution to the most dangerous game.
#3 by The Rev. on March 23, 2015 - 9:27 am
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When I saw the title for Sexsquatch, my mind strayed to the Blood Fart Lake movies, which I didn’t even read the synopses for based entirely on the titles. Sounds like I made the right decision if the same group made the abomination you reviewed.
Lust for Vengeance is now the third “Give Me Chills” movie I’ve found on the Roku, which is tempting my bad-idea cortex into a weekend of watching. Should I give in, I’ll be glad I read your review. I have a feeling I would have been very confused, as I’m not as well-versed with giallo as I should be.
I am plugging the gaps in my slasher knowledge, though, so there’s that.
#4 by The Rev. on April 10, 2015 - 5:33 pm
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And I’ve now found Repligator, of all damn things. Gods help me, I’m getting so tempted…and I really have no reason to be. That’s the worst part.
#5 by Jen S 1.0 on April 10, 2015 - 4:40 pm
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Stripperland commits the usual sin of movies with strippers: it posits that there is a parallel Earth where men pay gobs of money for overpriced drinks and uncomfortable seating to watch women NOT take their damn tops off! They’re strippers! It’s right there in the job name!
I had the same problem with the Sin City film–I get that Jessica Alba didn’t want to be known as Jessica Alba’s Boobs for her entire career, but for God’s sake, she’s playing a STRIPPER. And the fact that she’s naked but untouchable is an enormously important plot point. Throw in the fact that all the hookers look like models and the idea that any man would waste his time in her dance establishment was ludicrous.
#6 by El Santo on April 13, 2015 - 10:42 am
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That bugged me too, especially since Skelding’s previous work suggests that he has plenty of contacts in Portland’s adult entertainment business. How hard could it have been for him to find some girls who were up for at least half a Monty? And I’m definitely with you on Sin City, too. I get that Jessica Alba has a “no nudity” clause in her standard contract. But to my way of thinking, that’s why you specifically don’t hire her to play a stripper! You see that clause in the contract and say, “Oh, we’re sorry– it turns out you’re not right for this part after all.” (The fact that Alba has all the acting ability of a gallon jug of mayonaise is a separate issue…)