But really, would you expect any less from Udler, the shit splattered King of tampon graffiti, the master(bating)mind behind Incest Death Squad and Mediatrix, the heir to the fecal throne originally erected by Herschell Gordon Lewis and Bill Rebane? (Har, I sed "erect.") And then there's Derrick Carey, aka Dewwick Cawwy, aka The Grumpy Old Cuss at Rabid Child Films, aka the guy who did not go to the King Diamond concert last night and therefore has not summoned my bright red jealous rage, aka the editing genius behind the documentary Screaming In High Heels. And the two of them together? It's like forty pounds of poop in 30 pound poop capacity diapers.
Okay, I think I've officially exhausted all of the shit metaphors as per Udler's request. Onto the review.
A brute shows a local boy hell through his haunted ax, the streets of Madison are stalked by a deranged sexual psychopath, Ed Gein is resurrected as a dentist with a penchant for extraction, the flip side of the American family screams itself to life, and an illicit drug transforms a singer into the angel of death.
|Isn't she pretty?|
Wisconsin is the new capital of the Indie Horror Flick, baby. It's the festering landfill from which nightmares are crawling, the crackhouse leaking deranged death rattles, the backed up toilet spewing a ferocious volcano of blood and feces.
You can nod your head and agree with me and continue to not find out for yourself and be a total fucking loser who misses out and is forever labeled a pussy, or you can go HERE and find out for yourself just how right I am. Or are you scared? Huh? Gonna cry, baby? 1, 2, 3 CRY!
Oh, and go to Cory's Facebook Page, and be sure to tell him what a jerk he is for going to the King Diamond concert without me. Asshole.