Director Uwe Boll shouldn’t need much of an introduction to film fans. Quite the controversial figure, it seems if he’s not making films that divide opinion, he’s pissing off the people that are.
Depeche Mode, Gary Numan, Morecambe and Wise, Sooty(!), Charles Bronson, Laura Dern, Johnny Rotten, Iggy Pop, Clive Barker… Apart from all being huge stars across various mediums (especially Sooty), they all share one specific thing in common… Barbie Wilde.
“At the Hellbound audition, I met Tony Randel, we had a chat, and the next day, I got the job. It’s funny, because I nearly didn’t go to the audition, as I thought that they were looking for someone to play the Chatterer character and I found that particular Cenobite far too scary in the first film.”
I’m not a fan of action films. You know the ones, purely ‘Action’. I hate car chases. DESPISE ‘em! I hate things exploding left, right and centre. I hate overly-long gunfights. They annoy me and make me all fidgety. John Wick is an action/thriller, directed by two stunt men and stars Keanu Reeves. “WHY ARE YOU WATCHING THIS, YOU FUCKING MASOCHIST?!!” I hear you shout, and you’d be right to ask. I dunno. But I’m SO glad that I did! John Wick is an ex-hitman, grieving for his recently deceased wife. When the son of a mob boss takes a liking to Wick’s car and decides to take it, bad things happen.
“Revenge is all he has left.”
Coerced by his scheming brother and locked away in a grimy upstairs flat, sickly Frank is the talented, money-making half of a peculiar business endeavour in which paying punters communicate with deceased acquaintances via his distended stomach. With a tube in his mouth and a stethoscope pressed against his grotesque gut (bloated with the manifestations of the dead), good ol’ Frankie acts as a middle-man between this world and the next.
“Your inside his stomach…”
So… I’m an 80s kid. The NeverEnding Story. The Childlike Empress. Tami Stronach. *nostalgic sigh*
“I feel very lucky to have fallen into being a part of this magical story.”
Let’s get one thing straight from the start: I love Rob Zombie. From his early days in White Zombie, his carnival-like album covers, concerts and music videos, right up until his 1st feature film in 2003, House Of 1000 Corpses. This was further enhanced by the excellent and gritty The Devil’s Rejects. Then came 2012’s The Lords of Salem a refined, mature mixture of his previous attempts that has not only made me change my opinion on where Zombie was headed, but also on what I now expect from cinema itself every time I sit down to watch a film with a low-to-modest budget.
“Heretic. Witch. Devil.”
Bad Acid is a lesson for those who crave fame at all costs, however fleeting, and delivers in every area for classic horror fans; leaving us guessing right until its ambiguous end. With only a hint of gore in the form of crime scene photographs, it really is a fine example of how to stimulate the senses through suggestion rather than brute force – a little like hypnotism, albeit, erm, real – and manages to conjure some genuine laughs and hair-raising moments in the process. Fancy a trip? If so, let David Chaudoir’s unconventional horror short, Bad Acid, consume you…