The Corpse Grinders
Filed in film reviews by Jeremy on April 17, 2006
With a tagline like “The Corpse Grinders turn the bones and flesh of young lovelies into screaming, total savage blood death!” I knew I would be in for a tasty treat.
With a tagline like “The Corpse Grinders turn the bones and flesh of young lovelies into screaming, total savage blood death!” I knew I would be in for a tasty treat.
“If You Bring In A Bucket Of Blood To Your Local Theater’s Ticket Booth, You Will Be Given One Free Admission.” Ah, the days when sensational marketing was an art in itself. The owner of this tagline is the 1959 low-budget masterpiece A Bucket of Blood, a twinkling gem in director Roger Corman’s immense oeuvre. The 60s drive-in icon has not been as prolific in recent years (his “niche” market monopoly more or less usurped by both Hollywood and Troma founder and amiable schlockmeister Lloyd Kaufman), but this early entry in his unmatched corpus of work showcases Corman’s creative ingenuity at its best.
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There’s a party in my parachute pants, and everyone’s invited. Reviewed by popular demand, this 80’s time capsule is a bona-fide bargain bin exploitation classic, albeit for reasons the filmmakers never intended. You see, despite the warm fuzzy place many children of the ’80’s have in their heart for nostalgia like this, people seem to have forgotten that this movie sucks ass. In fact, if sucking ass were an Olympic event, Breakin’ 2 would get the gold with 10’s across the friggin’ board.
Picture that friend of yours who hates “indy†film and music. You know the one. Puts porn on his computer background. Pops his collar. Moves his lips when he reads. The guy who thinks Donnie Darko and Army of Darkness are “underground,” and he’s the only one who’s seen them. The guy you’re really not even sure why you still hang out with, come to think of it, other than you’ve known him since you were kids and that it would be more trouble than it’s worth at this point to tell him to fuck off.
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You’re not alone if you’ve never heard of The Wizard of Speed and Time. This low-budget independent effects opus was in jeopardy of even seeing the end of its problem-plagued shoot. After barely surviving the kind of four and a half year production nightmare usually reserved for Terry Gilliam pictures, it was salvaged virtually single-handedly by its first time director, who then could only watch helplessly as it was doomed to obscurity by Universal’s The Wizard, also released in 1989. That unfortunately-titled (and far inferior) feature-length Nintendo commercial overshadowed what would have been the world’s formal introduction to fx wunderkind and eccentric iconoclast, Mike Jittlov.
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From director Harpreet Kaur comes the most affecting documentary out of India since 2004’s Born Into Brothels. Its title refers to a neighborhood in Delhi that suffered the brunt of the November 1984 massacre of the Sikhs by neighboring Muslims and Hindus. The pogrom was revenge for the assassination of Prime Minister Indira Gandhi at the hands of her Sikh bodyguards, which was revenge for her raid on the Sikh Golden Temple, which was revenge for the Sikhs turning the temple into a paramilitary headquarters, which was revenge for… etc.
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What happens when ten student filmmakers are given a shot at making their own video for an up-and-coming indy band? Read on.
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Every so often, a sequel comes along that is not only superior to the original, it is so ahead of its time it will never be equaled. The Empire Strikes Back. The Godfather II. Troll 2.
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From psychiatrist Richard von Krafft-Ebing’s 1886 tome of the same name as well as his 1905 Text-Book of Insanity comes a new film by Bret Wood, the writer/director who brought us the darkly hilarious and highly recommended documentary Hell’s Highway: The True Story of Highway Safety Films (2003).
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Alright, I’m gonna throw this down for all you martial arts fans. And none of that weak-ass computer generated Kung-feaux which has been the rage lately. This goes out to the hard core Hong Kong gang bangers. I’m talking Du bi quan wang da po xue di zi. One more time in English for the homies in the back: The One-Armed Boxer Versus the Flying Guillotine! (Alternative title: Master of the Flying Guillotine)