We finally got off our lazy asses, cashed in our change drawers, and
drove to Chicago for B-Fest 2002. Thankfully, the city wasn't destroyed
by the presence of our massive reviewing powers. Still, despite the lack
of destruction it was a hell of a good time.
it was a hell of a good time.
In which Brothers Ragnarok and Fistula DE-FUcKING-STROY Chicago for
the second time, and in which Ferox is a cuntbucket fuckrag urethrafucker
for not going.
Text for WHO? NO TEXT FOR YOUR FACE!!
"What say you, Englishman? Shall we have tea and skrumpets
or destroy the evil that haunts that thar town?" "By jove, let's let them go to the sea. Fucking bastards, the lot of them." Fish incest!!!
I like it. That'd be Ferox. Except that maybe not. Oh,
you'll see - just wait until grandma finishes the holiday meatballs. Plus this movie has Shatner, LaVey, Borgnine, and Skerritt. But it does NOT HAVE TRAVOLTA.
The Penguin, the Riddler, and the Joker steal an atomic
submarine and demise an evil plan to dehydrate all the world's leaders and keep them in spice jars in their kitchen. Also in the news: Oh my god, are you British?!?
Motherfucking social commentaries.... we hate just about all
of 'em, except for Heironymous Merkin and that kind of thing and the moral lessons from He-Man, G.I. Joe, the Ninja Motherfucking Turtles and the like... but here's a great example of the kind we don't like. You shouldn't like it either, you goddamned terrorist communist antichristular hippy of a bastard!
Ex-professional wrestler, titan of the horror genre, and
overall sweetest Swedish dude that we know of - Tor Johnson shines in Plan 9 From Outer Space.
The Rat King lures the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles deep
into the sewers of New York where he has a special surprise waiting for them!! In other news, Beast Man: Savage Henchman!!
Pink Firebirds, deadly genetically engineered viruses,
Leif Garrett, and beans. What more could a British scientist ask for? Perhaps to be in a better movie?
Peshak found a Nine Inch Nails disc that I had lost amongst
my dad's discs [Meatloaf, Whitesnake, you know, cock rock]. Now read the review to Space Mutiny and SUFFER!!
Grab a cup of coffee, some chocolate, and a big, big fucking
gun, and sit back and enjoy Split Second. [Ferox's note: Ragnarok just might have dethroned me there for the title of Captain Comma]
Should have been called 'Two Thousand Crazy-Ass Motherfuckers
Who Will Chew Your Christless Face Off and Destroy Your Children's Sanctity Forever, You Motherfucker', but then shouldn't all movies be called that?
Even a man who is European at heart and says his prayers
at night may become a bad werewolf costume when the wolfsbane blooms and the moon is full and bright.