I'm going to use this to blog for a brief moment. I've neglected this wonderful site for about a month now. I just couldn't bring myself to write, that creative spirit was gone, I was depressed to say the least. Then strangely a shiny blue silken glove pulled me from the darkness of my own mind to remind me just why I get up in the morning. It's to watch shit like Blood Harvest. Thanks Mervo.
So in this nightmarish…
All Charles Band can make are movies that involve killer puppets or something like a killer puppet.
Case in point ooga booga, a movie that band shamelessly uses to pander to his audience, which judging by the plot that consists of horror nerds, black dudes, and horny teens.
But you know what, that's what I expected out of this and that's what I got. Bad jokes, confusing plot, washed up stars, gross women, and a really sad racist puppet.
It's funny what can completely come out of left field and surprise you.
Case in point, Gingerdead man 3. A movie about a time traveling killer cookie puppet, brought to you by Charles Band. Honestly he's signing the checks and taking the accolades, but the real credit goes to William Butler-the producer, writer and director to have the balls to film one of the greatest endings I have ever witnessed in a movie ever. A bill and ted style time travel ending featuring Hitler, Jeffrey Dahlmer, and Charlie Manson on roller skates, fuck that's genius.