How Did This Happen!?
Back in 2009, when I was on MySpace, I did a few movie reviews as a joke, starting with Mutant Chronicles . Id been looking forward to that movie for a while, since the previews looked amazing.
What I got was an hour and a half that couldve been better spent sitting on the toilet with the screaming s**ts.
I did a rant with torrents of profanity because, lets face it, no post on MySpace was complete without a monsoon of f-bombs. Shortly after that, my mom suggested Basic Instinct , claiming it to be one of the best Michael Douglas movies ever. I found the movie hilarious because his character was so hopelessly stupid when it came to the prospect of getting laid.
It was also great material for my next rant on MySpace.
I got on board with the cool kids on Facebook in 2010, and Facebook had this nifty little feature called Notes. The purpose of writing a note was what people just use their status update for these days: rant, rave, and post something either intellectually stimulating or so utterly ignorant and misinformed that one would have to wonder how the hell this person manages to tie their shoes in the mornings without killing themselves. I began posting regularly in the notes, starting with such gems as Asylum , Garfields Pet Force , and the infamous Alices Adventures in Wonderland . That last one was a real piece of work and got me a fair amount of attention from my friends as their favorite one Id done yet. A few of them had even had to read it twice out loud to their friends and family because they enjoyed the humor.
As I kept posting, my wife decided to toss me the idea of starting a blog. At the time I wasnt really aware of what the hell a blog was. My only understanding was that it was an online journal where people could post about their lives day-to-day, making people whose lives were similarly lonely and depressing feel better about the fact that they still lived in their mothers basements and kept stringently to the Cheetos and Mountain Dew diet to maintain a healthy virginity. She explained that my assumption was far from accurate and showed me a few blogs. As it turned out, people posted blogs for all kinds of things! Not that there werent Mothers Basement Dwellers posting about their latest anime porn purchases, but most of the blogs she showed me were actually quite educational. One was a weekly lesson on how to be a more effective fisherman, another was different ways to prepare quality meals with minimal ingredients, and there was even one suggesting a simpler lifestyle by getting rid of excess stuff (that one would become big to me in later years).
I decided to follow the same kind of mindset of the Angry Nintendo Nerd (later known as the Angry Video Game Nerd) and make my blog about bad movies that I would watch so that people wouldnt have to accidentally stumble upon these nightmares without due warning. The theme would be an unwritten idea. Dont watch these movies. Let me take the bullet and spare you the misery.
Before I could set it up, we decided to move. Thats the thing about renting: you dont like where you are, you move. Unfortunately, its much simpler to say than it is to do. We ended up finding a place, but time and energy got refocused into that, and my blog and Facebook Notes were put on hold. It irked me because I was actually enjoying watching these movies. It gave me an outlet for my tendency to roast the hell out of anything or anyone in the room.
That, and some of them were just plain fun to watch even though they were agonizingly awful.
Once we got settled in and turned over the old house, things went back to normal. But, I wasnt writing or watching movies because I was still running around getting details done. Change of address, transfer of bills, call DirecTV, get the internet turned on, stock the kitchen, all the fun joys of moving into a new place.
One day I came home from work ready to just sit down and work on the book that I was writing at the time (it actually turned out to be one of those ideas that was great until I actually wrote it down) when Melissa showed me what shed been up to that day. She typed in the address www.fail-flix.blogspot.com, and brought up my new blog.
Fail-Flix was born.
Since then, Ive reviewed over a hundred movies and developed a loyal fan base. Its still going strong and has grown far bigger and faster than Id imagined. I hope you enjoy reading these reviews as much as I enjoyed writing them. Read them, get a good laugh, and dont say I didnt warn you if you decide to watch one of these nightmares!
Cheesy Slasher Flix
Ah, the slasher flick! Their real heyday was in the 1980s, but it actually all really took off with the original Halloween in 1978 and spiraled into major industry movement after that. Credit The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and the early Video Nasties all you want, but Halloween uncorked the stopper on cut em up fun for the whole family. The two biggest? You guessed it: Friday the 13 th and A Nightmare on Elm St.
These dingle berries, on the other hand, were the fodder.
A Bothered Conscience: Indecisive Disorder
My darling wife was gracious enough to curse me with a $5 four-pack of movies entitled Backwoods Butchers . I should have known that I was screwed like the new guy on the cellblock when I opened the case and saw that they had managed to cram all four movies like Mexicans in a Pinto onto one poor DVD.
But, I digress.
Onward to waste of time and brain cells number one: A Bothered Conscience .
Kenny McGavin is a hermit that lives with his son in a trailer out in the middle of nowhere. He has posted signs warning people to stay away and kills anyone who comes onto his property.
The movie opens in 1974 with a lady dressed in Tommy Hilfiger clothes and toting a $600 Nikon Digital SLR camera.
Yeah. Second giveaway that I am in for pain.
Kenny brutally murders her, then kills a group of hunters while muttering Caint you read my signs? in what must be the most forced redneck accent since Cold Mountain . Twenty years (and almost 45 minutes later), Kenny is murdered by a vengeful U.S. soldier and discovered by his now grown son.
Lucas now takes up his fathers hunt, but not without beginning to lose it completely. The spirits of the people that he and his father have killed over the years soon drive him to madness. Then he is attacked by zombies.
Yes. Zombies. And one guy pretending to be the Grudge girl. Badly.
During all of this, the movie cuts to random sequences starring random characters that have ABSOLUTELY no bearing on the story whatsoever other than the fact that they will get killed by Lucas at some point. The soundtrack is made up almost entirely of a single banjo, a fiddle, and a harmonica. The characters are obviously either in it because they are buddies with the director/writer/producer or they are under the sadly mistaken impression that they will get paid in something besides pizza and soda.
After this movie drags out for what feels like three or four hours of ungodly boredom, Kenny shows back up and informs a wounded Lucas that his death was faked in order to test the boy. Lucas, according to Kenny, failed. Kenny kills him and walks off.
Then end. No, really.
VERDICT: Toss it to the hogs, Ma!
The rest of the country has such a skewed idea of Southern living, and to see them try to act like us is often funny.
Not in this case.
This movie had to have been written on the wall of a bathroom stall in a public restroom. The random fodder for Kenny and Lucas to hunt is so painfully obviously Hey, dude! Lemme be in your movie! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!!!