Saturday, December 20, 2014
Thursday, December 18, 2014
I love Cameron Diaz (and according to various emails, she loves me) so I jumped for joy when I realized that she'd made a new, sexy comedy....
|Segal: He'll put the willies up you. And by willies I mean a penis not a ghost.|
Unfortunately Lovefilm got it mixed up with...
Dir: Bernard Rose.
Cast: Caitlyn Folley, Ian Duncan, Chris Coy and Diana Garcia, Julie Marcus, Daniel Faraldo but alas not Jason Segal or Cameron Diaz.
Who has sex for three hours? |
Jay: We did!
Robby: That's the length of the movie "Lincoln". You did the full Lincoln.
The annoyingly nasal and scarily pube bearded Adam (Ian Duncan but not Smith unfortunately) bored with constantly making dodgy sex videos with his girlfriend - the free-spirited (IE she gets her kit off at the drop of a hat) and spookily milky arsed Jill (Folley, a kinda Lidl Lily Rabe) so decides instead to make a documentary about her life and work as an artist.
In between filming them having sex obviously.
After what seems like an eternity of watching the happy hippy couple gazing lovingly at each other, shoplifting sunglasses and Jill baring her arse to passersby from her kitchen window, Adam decides that what the movie (both his and the one we're being forced to endure) needs is a fantastic location full of fear and spookiness.
Unfortunately the budget doesn't stretch to anything remotely like that (I mean they can't even afford a halfway decent fitted bra for Jill, every time she walks past it's like she has two frisky puppies fighting under her shirt) so Adam drives Jill out to the recently abandoned Vergerus Institute for Troubled Women.
The hospital obviously named by a fan of director Ingmar Bergman, has a long history abuse, abortions and lecherous lobotomy lovers making it the perfect place, according to Adam for Jill to throw a party to celebrate her artistic skills.
Or get possessed by a vengeful spirit and kill folk.
Whichever's more convenient for the plot.
|Salt and vinegar.|
Unfortunately for Jill (but not us because it means we aren't going to have to look at her arse again) Adam has no intention of putting it in her in a violent manner usually reserved for dogs and your dad when drunk, preferring to run away in an attempt to convince Jill that he's fucking off home and leaving her there for the night.
The rest of the film consists of hour upon hour of hilarious camera footage as Jill tries to scratch her nose and tries not to pee herself etc. before Adam returns the next day and frees her.
After an initial bout of grumpiness, laughs and swearing ensue all round as the couple imagine how they'll spend the £250 they'll get from You've Been Framed.
Nope, what actually happens is that within seconds of him wandering off a female ghost appears and possesses Jill causing her first to agree to a wee bout of bondage bed sex with Adam and secondly - yet much more erotically if I'm honest, to have a severe nose bleed in a kinda League of Gentlemen way.
Bloody Hell the Babadook isn't going to turn up too is he?
Realizing that nose bleeds, arses and mild bondage do not a horror movie make our dense duo decide to go home only to find that their car has been towed leaving Jill no choice but to call her even more annoying (if that were possible) pals Ellie (Garcia best known as Ximena from the fantastic TV show Kdabra...No me neither) and her infinitely punchable 'art terrorist' boyfriend, the buck-toothed Bobby (Hostel III's Coy) for a lift home.
It'll come as no surprise when I tell you that they don't actually head home for more mutual ego masturbation but head back into the hospital under the pretence that Bobby can 'tag' the place whilst waving a pistol around in a gangsta manner.
Yup, he's a gun totin' graffiti artist.
Or as we call them around here a massive bellend.
|Watch out watch out Bobby's about.|
This of course gives Jill and Bobby ample time to saunter off to possibly have sex/get murdered by an evil ghost.
Frankly I don't care.
After a while Ellie, bored with having to look at Adams beard and after sucking all the joy from the room persuades him to stand in a corner whilst she goes off to find the others, leaving the hairy one to mutter to himself until that is his narcissistic natterings are interrupted by a volley of screams and gunfire.
Adam goes to investigate, eventually finding an hysterical (but not in that way) Jill covered in blood and semen and surround by spent bullet casings.
Jill mutters something about having Bobby trying to put it in her lady garden and Ellie being upset before wandering off to the hospital's medical record archive, where she almost immediately picks up the file belonging to Toni Colette (played by Grand Theft Auto V's Marcus), a violently suicidal schizophrenic patient ultimately lobotomized for being too mad.
Oh yeah and for appearing in the United States of Tara TV series.
If that wasn't enough tho' it seems that poor Colette was actually lobotomized on the very bed that Jill was strapped to earlier.
What are the chances eh?
And could this mean that Colette has in fact possessed Jill?
Our jumpy duo have no time to ponder such mysteries as Jill is soon running down the corridors shouting abuse at Adam whilst he points the camera at various bits of the room hoping to see the ghostly girl that keeps appearing at random intervals framed by a hazy glow of mid-80's Top of The Pops visual trickery.
Which everyone knows means a fantastically scary climax must be fast approaching.
After much, well a bit of searching Adam comes across Jill (but not in that way tho' I've no idea why seeing as everyone else has) hiding in an office clutching a video tape which he tries to take it from her.
Being a big wuss tho' he only manages a couple of half arsed grabs before she pushes him out of the way and disappears again.
It's becoming less Blair Witch more Chariots of Fire the amount of running in this movie, I'm knackered just writing about it.
Tho' that might have to do with the copious times I've had to get up and wander around the room for fear of beating myself to death due to the effects of watching such a turgid movie.
|Spicy nik naks.|
As luck - and plot convenience would have it - the hospitals security system is still working, allowing Adam to trace his gaga girlfriend via the miracle of CCTV and to also, thanks to good old fashioned video technology rewind the tape and find out what actually happened between Jill, Ellie and the Bobster.
Oh you'd forgotten about them too?
Well it seems that Bobby and Jill did in fact have 'the sex' but were interrupted by Ellie who like anyone in that situation decided to join in.
Which was all well and good (if a wee bit blurry) until Jill decides to spoil everyones fun by shooting the pair in their respective faces.
Don't you hate it when that happens?
Needing to pee (or crack one off, take your pick) after such a shocking revelation Adam heads to the nearest bathroom only to find Jill sitting silently in the cubicle still clutching the video tape.
Covered in blood, sweat, egg and shame and stinking like a pikeys vest, Jill scarily demands that Adam allows her to give him a blow job before changing her mind and shooting him in the head.
And the contents of the video tape?
It seems that the black hearted (and bearded) head of the hospital Dr. Simeone had filmed himself fiddling with an anaesthetized Colette before performing her lobotomy.
And possibly after.
And when you come across one directed by Brit flick stalwart Bernard 'Mary' Rose you can at least expect it to look nice can't you?
I mean come on, this is the guy that gave us Candyman and Snuff Movie.
Hmmm.....I didn't really think that thru' did I?
|"Is it in yet?"|
Apart from the sex tape angle there's nothing here we haven't seen a hundred (OK a hundred and six) times before and even then the quite cool idea of haunted semen based shenanigans is completely discarded on the title alone as first (only hopefully) time writer Eric Reese blows it all by concentrating on a spooky abandoned building instead.
Maybe it's uniqueness blinded me.
Or more likely the overall averageness of the proceedings has numbed me to a point where I can't type for fear of bringing the whole depressing mess back before my eyes.
No plot, no point, no mercy.
And to think that Universal have handed this guy the directors reigns on the Frankenstein remake.
Perhaps we should launch an Army of Light attack on them now before it's too late?
Hopefully I'll get to see something great before the years out.
Saying that tho' it's Nativity 3: Dude Where's my Donkey? for me tomorrow so chances seem slim.
Pray for me dear reader.