LaBruce, makes an attempt at being edgy, ironic, and satirical
but what he delivers is an uninspired, poorly written, poorly acted, poorly edited waste of time.
Firstly, I don't know what's more offensive The fact that LaBruce exploits the struggle for LGBT rights, by using it as an obvious crutch to deflect criticism of his depictions of vile and unconscionable acts of violence and necrophilia, or how badly he misses the mark and twists what could have been a brilliant metaphor, into something you could imagine being shown in the basement of the Providence Road Baptist Church. Then again, it could be his sad attempt at a parody of post-modern nihilism, which also shows not a spark of insight, and instead of skewering the genre, he just parrots it.
Whatever his intent, LaBruce misses irony by miles and wouldn't know satire if Groucho Marx shoved a copy of Huckleberry Finn straight up the orifice from which he originally pulled the screenplay for this film.
His ironic metaphor, to take mainstream societies rejection of homosexuality and place it parallel to the gristly abomination that zombies represent in fiction; *could* have been brilliant, but his half-hearted effort lets it fall flat and as dead as his protagonist. The real horror here is the result of LaBruce's failure to show any irony at all in this metaphor, or prove it false. Instead, he actually drains all the humanity out of his story and actors, the very characteristic that would give lie to the idea that homosexuals are monstrous abominations that defile human flesh, what's more, he adds fuel to the stereotype by having his characters devalue, exploit, and abuse one another casually.
One may be tempted to forgive LaBruce, his blatant exploitation, since this film is a excuse for pornography, disguised as social commentary, disguised as art. It could even be ignored that LaBruce feels free to dispense with the character development, continuity of plot, dialog, humor, or even context that might make this movie bearable that is, if this really was pornography but even at that LaBruce fails miserably.
What's more tedious than watching some lifeless derivative piece of art house drivel? Why, it's watching an *insincere* rendition of that same lifeless derivative piece of art house drivel; where only the most obtuse and predictable observations are made as satire and then we are expected to find them profound and witty. LaBruce attempts to mock the genre but does so in such an artless way he becomes part of it. Like two mimes pretending to be mirror images of one another only that's not the best description, because the mimes may accidentally entertain you unlike this film.
I would recommend this film to anyone who has survived the zombie apocalypse in actual fact. After mankind is wiped out and all his works have fallen to ruin, watching this film would ease the sense of loss. One could shrug and say "the culture that produced this is dead and gone good riddance." Think you Mr. LaBruce, for giving us all just one more reason to be ashamed of humanity. Well done.
Firstly, I don't know what's more offensive The fact that LaBruce exploits the struggle for LGBT rights, by using it as an obvious crutch to deflect criticism of his depictions of vile and unconscionable acts of violence and necrophilia, or how badly he misses the mark and twists what could have been a brilliant metaphor, into something you could imagine being shown in the basement of the Providence Road Baptist Church. Then again, it could be his sad attempt at a parody of post-modern nihilism, which also shows not a spark of insight, and instead of skewering the genre, he just parrots it.
Whatever his intent, LaBruce misses irony by miles and wouldn't know satire if Groucho Marx shoved a copy of Huckleberry Finn straight up the orifice from which he originally pulled the screenplay for this film.
His ironic metaphor, to take mainstream societies rejection of homosexuality and place it parallel to the gristly abomination that zombies represent in fiction; *could* have been brilliant, but his half-hearted effort lets it fall flat and as dead as his protagonist. The real horror here is the result of LaBruce's failure to show any irony at all in this metaphor, or prove it false. Instead, he actually drains all the humanity out of his story and actors, the very characteristic that would give lie to the idea that homosexuals are monstrous abominations that defile human flesh, what's more, he adds fuel to the stereotype by having his characters devalue, exploit, and abuse one another casually.
One may be tempted to forgive LaBruce, his blatant exploitation, since this film is a excuse for pornography, disguised as social commentary, disguised as art. It could even be ignored that LaBruce feels free to dispense with the character development, continuity of plot, dialog, humor, or even context that might make this movie bearable that is, if this really was pornography but even at that LaBruce fails miserably.
What's more tedious than watching some lifeless derivative piece of art house drivel? Why, it's watching an *insincere* rendition of that same lifeless derivative piece of art house drivel; where only the most obtuse and predictable observations are made as satire and then we are expected to find them profound and witty. LaBruce attempts to mock the genre but does so in such an artless way he becomes part of it. Like two mimes pretending to be mirror images of one another only that's not the best description, because the mimes may accidentally entertain you unlike this film.
I would recommend this film to anyone who has survived the zombie apocalypse in actual fact. After mankind is wiped out and all his works have fallen to ruin, watching this film would ease the sense of loss. One could shrug and say "the culture that produced this is dead and gone good riddance." Think you Mr. LaBruce, for giving us all just one more reason to be ashamed of humanity. Well done.