Alec Owen, Jon Salmon, Michael E. Peter, Ben Gigli, Tim Ciancio, Michael Rousselet, Tomm Jacobsen, Mike James, Joey Scoma, Brian Firenzi
Michael Rousselet, Tomm Jacobsen, Jon Salmon
Alec Owen as Brent/Brock
Olivia Taylor Dudley as Motherface
Patton Oswalt as Chief
Brian Firenzi as Officer Sminkle
Much like the classic video joke on The Simpsons— “Bin Laden in a Blender” — this spoof film is exactly what you would expect – and it delivers what that LAFilmFest description (and the title) promises.
It’s over-the-top, raunchy, ridiculous and it joyfully skewers all that we love about bad 80s horror.
Full of enough homo-eroticism (the fraternity in question is Delta Bi Theta) to properly disgust any good and proper right-winger, it turns all of the usual bimbo/booby horror movies of this beloved era, on their ear. The men are the sex objects – whether it’s an accidental tearing off a piece of their shirt to expose their midriff or allowing the camera to enjoy their body as they disrobe to swim in the dark lake or holding their virginity sacred – with the ladies pushing for a sexual encounter.
If you remember the 80s comedy gem, Amazon Women on the Moon, or even the more recentGrindhouse, you’ll appreciate the way this film is presented.
Here’s the scoop: President Reagan banned this film in the 80s, and it received but one late-night showing on a cable access channel in Minneapolis. And thankfully, one kid was able to record it to a VHS tape for audiences to now behold. Meaning, we’ve got bouts of static and indeed grainy quality to the picture, random chunks of commercials (which are absolutely brilliant) and even some home video footage (clearly taped over by this young horror film connoisseur).
Despite the fact that this is named as the 3rd part in a horror film franchise, it obviously is not. There is a generous set-up of the events of the first two “films”, so don’t worry about being lost at the get-go on this one.
The story of the film itself: Brent’s identical twin brother, Brock survived the horror of the first two “films”, properly defeating “Motherface” (in both of her deadly incarnations – played by Olivia Taylor Dudley), but is killed off in the opening of this “installment”. His brother Brent decides to pledge his dead brother’s fraternity, in the hopes of discovering how he died and at whose hand. As is to be expected, the fraternity brothers are all stereotypical drunken partiers, still heart-broken over Brock’s recent death. In a series of events too detailed (a police chief and his own agenda) to go into here, the group ends up in an isolated cabin in the woods on a lake – where you guessed it, Motherface returns to continue her grisly work.
As you can see by the list of folks with writing credits above, this project was a true group effort. I’m picturing all of these creators sitting in a drunken and/or skunk-pot haze, hashing out the jokes and story they would eventually put to the screen. Thankfully for us, these jokes translate to audience enjoyment. And with plenty of grisly deaths (the effects are hysterically wonderful/terrible) and creative kills (each death is lovingly and bluntly set up ahead of time), it’s just one laugh after another. And they’re all kinds of different laughs — out loud belly laughs, eye-rolling groans and reactions to the on-screen gore and total gross-out laughs (the deaths are based around the fears of each character – one having to do with adorable little puppies).
The biggest and best belly laugh comes at the expense of the cuckoo purveyor of the paddle-boats the guys use to reach their weekend cabin retreat. It’s totally unexpected and the fact that you laugh so hard at this actually very sad moment, makes you laugh even harder.
Aside from all of the obvious 80s slasher tributes, there are loving bits borrowed from several non-slasher flicks, including Night of the Creeps (our hero has a handicapped best friend) andRevenge of the Nerds (there’s a montage of the boys cleaning up their lake cabin, accompanied by a song with lyrics describing exactly what is happening in the on-screen clean-up). Brilliant!
As a stalker/slasher, Motherface proudly upholds the banner of 80s horror, by having a cheesy Krueger-esque line to fit each character’s death. These are your “groan laughs”.
All of the actors have a good time, but none so much as Brian Firenzi as Officer Sminkle, one of the cops trying to locate the frat brothers. Scene after scene, he conjures the laughter. Sminkle is a drug-addled officer of the law, and based on the mania Firenzi brings to the picture, you’ve got to wonder how method he allowed himself to get for the role. I mean, jeepers! In a barrage of hilarious moments, the stand-out bits have to do with the way he sleeps and his deep-set phobias of a particular fruit.
The film obviously doesn’t take itself seriously, poking fun at its own (obviously intended) glaring plot-holes, inconsistencies and meager budget. When it shows up in your neighborhood, see it. It’s an awfully good time – with an emphasis on that “so-good-it’s-bad” awful. And since that is what it was meant to be, this throwback flick is a totally rad 80s winner!
Dude Bro Party Massacre III is listed as “post-production” on IMDb, but is celebrating its world premiere this week at LA FilmFest. No release dates have been set.