On A Dark And Stormy Night

You know you've been wantin' it, so let's get to it.

Here's the deal; psychotic, bugfuck, nutjob Grey decides to "help" his buddy out by smashing his (the buddy's) girlfriend's noggin into goo after a Halloween get-together. Obviously, more psycho mayhem ensues.

Here's the really cool thing about micro-budget flicks; you have no idea when they're going to go right the fuck off the handle. The contract that the audience has with Hollywood at large, that fucker's null and void when you sit down to watch something outside the Tinseltown bubble. And this flick is no exception.

Now, this flick's got two huge assets. The first is Ezequiel's direction. From the opening image, the screws are sunk and slowly turned throughout the rest of the film. That color correction he's always shit-hammering? Good Christ it'll make your skin crawl. This is going to sound strange, but it's almost as if you're watching the film rot before your very eyes, like that shit could spill off the screen and get on your shoes. Color comes and goes and pretty soon, you feel like you need a shower to undo the dirty that the flick has sprayed all over you. Make no mistake, this is a director's showcase. By constantly going for the weird and pushing it as far as possible through the visuals, Ez manages to keep us in a kind of tortured state where the shit's always one breath away from the fan and there's not a fucking thing that can be done about it.

The other half of this unholy union is Juan Riedinger. Sweet mother of fucking Christ, keep your eyes on this crazy bastard. Juan's Grey is as cynically unhinged as Ledger's Joker, but somehow seductive in a Cool Hand Luke way. Trust me, you'll want to buy him a drink and pepper spray his ass at the same time. That's how cool this cat is.

Now, all of that said, EZ must be taken to task on one thing; where in the good fuck is the nip shot of Marlies Pinto's tits? It is a violation of all that is good and right in this fucked-up world to spend that kind of time promising me a good long look at those magnificent fun-bags and then never deliver. Santa Clause is watching, EZ. Put those titties back in the show, man. We need it.

And Turz is funny as hell too.

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