Men’s-Rights-activist, young-Republican, Travis-Bickle-wannabe, motherfucker moves to skid row. Drinks ghost sludge. Continues to be whiny,self-righteous asshole. Murders the downtrodden. Tries to cheat on his girlfriend. Morphs into pulsating goop monster. Finally gets his in gleeful gory glory. It’s a mean-spirited, right-wing, reactionary romp through exploitation splatter in the vein of Street Trash but played a little more straight. Charmingly “flawed”, offensive, & original. There’s a cheapo Ingmar Bergman pastiche. There’s a squirting vagina-dentata chest wound. I had a lot of fun hating the protagonist, hooting at the politics, and waiting for the DIY gore FX. I recommend it.
Homeless
Heaven Knows What
Cinematic beacon on highway underpasses. New York smells like cold old garbage. That stink wriggles into the exposed arteries of the romantic street cutter. There’s no cover from wind and rain but a needle’s fill of junk. Headlights interrupt the night and she stands there indifferent to your “good intentions”. Proselytizing on love she throws it all away again. She lives aboard an ancient pizza box. Her kiss a breath of rot from a cracked casket. Her friends play French New Wave bikers for the camera. Sexy crust punk spangers. The ultimate freedom of addiction. The real walking dead. Hardstyle beatz & halfway houses.