Sunday, August 7, 2011

Review: Dead Hooker In A Trunk


A few weeks ago I had a chance to see a movie that had been on My "to watch" list, Dead Hooker In A Trunk.  Yes, for those of you who have not heard of this film it probably sounds like it should be paired up as a grindhouse double feature with Hobo With A Shotgun, and yeah in all reality it probably should.  This is the vision and debut film of Jen and Sylvia Soska, a pair of twins from Canada who are crafty, creative, sexy and definately twisted, as their Twisted Twins production company with a logo that is a pair of small "t's" which look like gravestones would imply.

Now I love independent films. even the really bad ones and especially off the wall ones.  For those unaware before Peter Jackson began putting out Lord Of The Rings, and Sami Rami began making Spider-Man films that they had both churned out outrageous splatterfest like Brain Dead, Bad Taste and the Evil Dead Trilogy.  So if Dead Hooker In A Trunk seems a little off the wall, wild and wierd, remember that some of the biggest names in movies started out the same way.

I have seen some people complain that the plot seemed jumbled, that the sound and camera work was shoddy, and that the situations are pretty unbelievable, as well as the fact that none of the characters really seem to have any names.  However, if you love the indies that won't bother you at all, because such things are standard fare.

Given the basics: A pair of sisters, played by the Soska's themeselves, (one a bad-ass and the other one a geek), head out with their band member druggie female friend to pick up Geek Sister's youth church group leader friend.  Bad-Ass Sister catches the eye of the Youth Minister at the church, a small event that becomes more important later in the film.

Well it isn't too long before the foursome discover that there's an extra occupant in the car, the titular Dead Hooker in the trunk, a local prostitute that Bad-Ass Sister and Druggie Friend know from the club they hang out at.  From there it's surreal situation after surreal situation.  They check into a motel where a creepy night clerk hugged up with a goat lets them have a room after Geek Sister convinces him that their friend (the Dead Hooker) thinks he's hot and wants to have sex with him.  Oh, yeah, a little unintentional necrophillia.  Later on a pair of bumbling cops track Bad-Ass Sister down, only to be tricked into being stripped and put into a compromising position with each other, and of course to be later found by Pervert Motel Clerk.

Later on they go by Druggie Friend's boyfriend's so she can fight with him and then have make-up sex.  However it seems that the Cowboy Pimp watching the door is in cahoots with some Asian Drug Dealers that Boyfriend owes money to.  Boyfriend is killed and Druggie nearly has her arm severed before Bad-Ass takes out the whole Asian Trio in an over the top fight and gun scene set to a little J-Pop.  Meanwhile someone whacks Geek Sister in the head as she is waiting outside of the car causing her eye to fly out of her head.

Well, the group regroups momentarily, Geek fixing her eye with an X of black tape, while the others argue on the street.  As Druggie throws her wounded arn out in frustration it is taken the rest of the way off by a passing semi, and believe it or not Druggie stays on her feet for the entire scene.  Getting more in to unbelievable territory?  Well it is an independent film, and I think the Soskas showed a lot of guts by not trying to make some of the action real or even serious.

After regrouping again the foursome heads to the woods, where Youth Group Leader sews Druggie's arm back on, and it works as good as new.  After some pot smoking and talking the group decides to bury Dead Hooker.  Just as Bad-Ass is about to shovel the first shovel full of dirt on top of her following a eulogy by Youth Group Leader, Dead Hooker sits up.  Bad-Ass whacks her full force with the shovel and comments it must be nerves, before continuing to bury Dead Hooker.

Cowboy Pimp returns, complete with horse, demanding that the group give him back his hooker.  He ropes Bad-Ass and drags her behind the horse, before she shoots the rope, then engages in another little fight scene.  After she kills Cowboy Pimp comes one of the funniest moments of the film as Youth Group Leader goes off and cusses out the body.  I don't think that the term "Ass Rape" has been used as effectively in a film until now.

Well feeling everything is over the group head back to town and go their seperate ways, Druggie Friend to the hospital because her arm has fallen off again.  Eventually they are all drawn to the house where Dead Hooker lived to discover that she had a dog and that she was afraid of a Hooker Killer who was mentioned in the news paper in her house.  There is a police sketch of the killer in the paper, and as the group exits Dead Hooker's house they see him walking down the street, and know they have to bring him to justice.

What happens next is a surreal and violent scene.  Hooker Killler awakes to find himself tied to a chair in Dead Hooker's house.  He looks down to see that there is a bowl between his feet that already contains his severed penis, which the dog begins to eat.  He starts screaming for help and protesting his innocence once the sisters tell him that they know he is the Hooker Killer.  What follows is a scene of tortue with household objects as the two sisters take turns mutilating Hooker Killer.

Jen and Sylvia Soska.  Twisted Twins?  For sure!
You may think that's it, but in great indy horror fashion there's a bizzare twist.  It turns out that Hooker Killer is Youth Minister's twin brother, and that Youth Minister is actually Hooker Killer.  The reason he kills women are that they make fun of his penis, which is forked due to being circumsized by a drunken rabbi at his bris.  The Dead Hooker in the trunk was his way of getting Bad-Ass's attention, having picked her out as a target the same night as his encounter with Dead Hooker.  Bad-Ass's sister and their friends fight off Youth Minister/Hooker Killer's gang, and rescue her from Hooker Killer's lair full of dead women.

Now despite its many twist and flaws, and sometimes complete absence of traditional logic I give Dead Hooker In A Trunk Five Stars.  It is a hell of a lot better than Rob Zombie's House Of 1,000 Corpses, which I'm still wishing to get the two hours of My life I lost watching it back.  The Soska sisters have talent, and like those other famous directors I mentioned before them it's easy to see that Dead Hooker In A Trunk is only the tip of their creative iceburg.

If you're a stick in the mud who wants every frame of a movie to look slick, sound crystal clear and make perfect sense, you'll hate it.  There's a fair amout of gore in the places it needs to be, while in some places I'm sure it's either sublte or only implied due to the budget they had to work with.  The lines of humor thrown in are gold, including an early scene where Bad-Ass Sister pulls a strand of huge anal beads off Dead Hooker's body and comments, "I think these are mine", the Youth Group Leader's NC-17 Rated rant, and of course Bad-Ass's response to Geek saying that she though she was dead with, "As if death could kill me."  Plus I have to mention that Dead Hooker In A Trunk features a cameo by the most cheesy fake penis since The Gore Whore.



If you like off the wall films like Bad Taste and Pink Flamingos then Dead Hooker In A Trunk is right up your alley.  It's one of those movies you have to see to appericiate, but in My opinion it doesn't fall into that "so bad" it has to be seen to be appericiated films category, becuase in the end for all its cheesiness and lack of logic Dead Hooker In A Trunk is a great film.  In fact I even told the Soskas if I was ever in an accident and lost a limb I hoped it happened in Canada, where it appears they're doing miricales with reattachments.


Master Vyle

 

St. Pete Beach 2011

St. Petersburg Beach
Okay, so I know I'm a couple of weeks late in getting this post up, but things have been a little hectic.  Last month the lady vyle and Myself took our oldest son, Alex, and his girlfriend, Callie Holland, to stay at the Tradewinds Sandpiper Resort on St. Pete Beach for a couple of days as an added bonus to their vacation and as gift to celebrate their graduation from Savannah High School in Savannah, Missouri.  For Callie it was her first trip to the beach, and she was very excited to see and swim in the ocean, collect shells, and even see and feed seagulls for the first time.  We only had a chance to stay there a couple of days, but I have to say it was one of the most relaxing mini-vacations I have been on in a long time, and The Sandpiper is definitely somewhere I want to stay again real soon.

We spent a big part of the second day on the beach in our own little cabana, a first for Me, where after frolicking in the water and collecting shells we retreated for most of the afternoon. While the kids enjoyed the water the lady vyle napped as I relaxed and read a few things on My Kindle.  We had a picnic lunch, one that was actually enjoyable, because it seems that the seagulls on St. Pete Beach are a bit more classy and less hungry than the ones at Siesta Key.  The local crier was nicknamed, Steve, by Alex, and he waited for us to return to our cabana that evening after we went out to dinner.  The gulls would form a small cloud around the kids, almost as if they were hovering in line and waiting patiently to be fed.  Alex dubbed them "movable shade", but I warned him that that shade did occasionally let out a little exhaust.



Steve the Seagull (Bottom Center).  I like him better than the pesky bastard that hounded us on Siesta Key in February.

We had dinner at one of the little restaurants at The Sandpiper the first evening, but the second night we headed out to a place down the road named, Crabby Bill's.  Just around the corner was a little surf shop that had a pirate skeleton standing in front of it that I knew I wanted my picture with after dinner.  Crabby Bill's was excellent, with a broad selection of surf & turf, as well as some of those more Floridian delicacies (gator tail).  While looking for a place to turn around to go to the surf shop we accidentally found a place called the Candy Kitchen in a little plaza and decided to investigate.


The exterior of the Candy Kitchen, a world of sweet delights.
 Like The Sandpiper and Crabby Bill's the Candy Kitchen is another point of interest I intend to revisit on our next trip to St. Pete Beach.  To say it has almost everything you can imagine is an understatement.  This place had the classics, stuff I had not seen in years as well as things I had only heard of before.  They had bubblegum and candy cigars and cigarettes, which I was shocked to find they were still made.  We picked up a couple of packs that had been My favorite as a kid, bubble gum sticks wrapped in paper colored to look like a cigarette and filled with a bit of powdered sugar so that you blow into them and it looks like smoke is coming out of them.  I picked up several different kinds of Now And Laters, a few Black Cows, Chiclets and even Tiny-Size Chiclets.  The lady vyle bought Razzles, saltwater taffy and the kids loaded up on a few things to get their own sugar high going.  My wife got a chocolate covered banana and we all got classic bottles sodas, a Coke for Alex, an Orange Crush for Callie, Birch Beer for the lady vyle, and A Moxie for Me.

Before leaving we got to add our signatures to the encouraged graffiti on the wall.  The Candy Factory provides assorted colored Sharpies for this, and ask that you please only sign in one place.  I put Mine in between a couple of shelves were there was space and signed it, "Michael C. Laney, Author Of Heather's Journey".  It didn't occur to Me to get a picture of it, but hopefully they haven't repainted for a new batch before our next visit.  So if you're going to St. Pete Beach sometime soon be sure to drop by the Candy Factory to see if you can find it and maybe get a picture of it of your own.

Coming out of the Candy Factory quite a few bucks lighter and with a bag of loot we all sat down to enjoy our drinks, as well as a little of our dessert.

Callie, Alex and the lady vyle ready for some evening refreshment.
The sexy lady vyle enjoys her chocolate dipped banana, with NUTS!

The lady vyle shows off the Banana Boat impression left on the bottom of her chocolate dipped banana by the Banana Boat bowl.

The Loot: Chiclets, Tiny-Size Chiclets, Razzles, Black Cows and bubble gum cigarettes (Kings and Round Up).  Won't truth.com be pissed?

My first Moxie.  If you've never had one it's like a cross between Root Beer and Dr. Pepper, and very tasty.  I can't wait to buy more.
After our dessert we got back into the car and headed over to the surf shop.  Unfortunately I did not get its name, but it was around the corner from Crabby Bill's.  I hadn't been in a surf shop of any kind, not even at the mall, since I moved to Missouri.  They had some skull bead bracelets I would love to have, and they are on My list if they still carry them whenever we have our next trip to St. Pete Beach.  They had everything a surf punk needs, including a pair of orange framed Oakley sunglasses.  Yeah, My brain said I wanted them, but at $110.00 My wallet was saying, "No, Sir."

Yo-Ho, and Yai-Yo Yai-YO! This salty pirate had waited outside the surf shop all day to get his picture with Michael C. Laney.  I'm not sure who's cup was running overith more.
Speaking of orange, I loved the bedroom in out little suite at The Sandpiper.  Not only was it big but it had orange walls!  I figured that it might make a good About The Author picture someday, so I had Alex take a couple of pictures of Me.  It didn't look very well as a FaceBook profile picture, but I know when cropped just right it has potential.


Make Mine orange.  I would love it if My real bedroom had orange walls.  It would give Me another excuse not to want to get out of bed every day.
 After getting back to our room I went out with Alex and Callie to take pictures of them feeding the seagulls as the lady vyle relaxed in our room.  Steve was waiting for them to get back, and a few cries attracted several of his friends.  I took pictures and strolled up and down the beach to take some scenic pictures as well as pictures of sand castles and shells.  Speaking of shells we each found several, the lady vyle and Myself adding to our collection for our shell lamp, and Alex and Callie starting theirs.  Alex discovered one of his shells was not quite unoccupied, so they took it to the beach so the hermit crab which had claimed it could return to nature.

Movable Shade?  Alex and Callie feed the seagulls.
The next morning we packed up the car and checked out, heading down the road to the IHOP that the lady vyle had spotted the night before as we looked for a place to turn around to get to the surf shop.  For the lady vyle you haven't really been on a trip or vacation unless you've eaten at least one meal at an IHOP.  Then we paid a visit to the Florida Holocaust Museum, after getting lost and having to backtrack from nearly to home.  My camera had died before we got there, which was unfortunate because there was some very interesting penis graffiti on an abandoned bar across the street from the museum.  Then we headed back home to unpack and rest before the lady vyle and I had to go back to work the next day.

I don't think any of us can wait until we get that next chance to go to The Sandpiper, and after hearing the details of our trip Quentin wants to go as well.  If I could afford it I would love just to go there and stay for a month.  It's so relaxing, and not only would it be a great place to write, but I'm sure it would be a great place to get ideas.  Which reminds Me that as we pulled away and turned to get onto the highway we saw an adult store called, Shhhhh...Don't Tell Momma, which is also on My list of points of interest to visit the next time I'm in St. Pete Beach.

Master Vyle

Monday, August 1, 2011

Review: One Buck Horror: Volume Two from One Buck Horror



Okay, I know I may be sounding like a broken record about now, but once again I'm usually not of fan of anthologies because quite often you get one or two good stories at the most, hemmed in by a lot of literary gristle.  However, knowing that there was a second volume of One Buck Horror coming quickly on the heels of the first collection I had high hopes for it considering the quality stories of that volume.  Well folks, One Buck Horror: Volume Two did not disappoint Me in the very least.

Volume Two was not only better than Volume One, but it also exceeded my expectations. If you want to see the best in new horror from a new crop of independent authors, then you need to look no further than One Buck Horror!   So far on Amazon eight of eight reviews are all five star, and I can only imagine that it is rated just as high elsewhere.  Cover to cover this is hands down the best horror anthology I have ever read.  It delivers everything I felt that Volume One was lacking, and believe Me it wasn't lacking too much.  Like it's predecessor One Buck Horror: Volume Two is a quick and easy read at the right price, and they are stories you will want to read again and again.


Here's a quick look at the stories:

What Swims These Waters by Daniel Ausema
A vacation turns into an exercise in terror as a couple finds themselves at the mercy of small and unseen creatures intent on devouring them alive.  I was taken back to My childhood and reminded of that B horror movie classic The Flesh Eaters as I read this short and sweet little story, which was an excellent lead in to the collection. Five stars.

Holes by Sean Logan
A man heads to a bad house in a bad part of town to find his sister.  What he finds is a drug den beyond imagination.  The partly seen antagonist of this story brought up visions of H.P. Lovecraft mixed with the 456 from Torchwood: Children Of Earth.  Five stars.

Beastie by David Bischoff
The middle and without a doubt the best story in the collection, and I'm not just saying that because one of the protagonists is feline.  A man is shocked when the family cat brings home something that is surely not a rat or a bird.  After seeing the cat with many strange somethings he follows it to the graveyard one night to discover the dead are not resting in peace.  Since I set the standards for all My reviews I'm going to go out on a limb and say six stars!  I sincerely hope to see much more from Mr. Bischoff in the future!

3 Monkeys by Adam Howe
An orderly at a mental hospital learns a new version of the 3 Monkeys, and it begins to play itself out right before his eyes.  Terrifying and true to life, the final moments of this story will really grab you. Five stars.

The Afterlife Of Ellen Easterling by Michael Penkas
Murdered by a serial killer Ellen Easterling spends her days haunting his home as an uncomfortable presence in any way she can make herself be. Serial killers never stop though, and soon she has company.  The darkest and most gritty story in the collection makes sure that this anthology ends as evenly as it began.  Five stars all the way.



To learn more about One Buck Horror, and the contributors to One Buck Horror Volume Two be sure to visit the One Buck Horror website: www.onebuckhorror.com .  Or you can follow One Buck Horror on twitter @OneBuckHorror .


One Buck Horror: Volume Two from One Buck Horror is another collection that you just should not miss, and on a personal note I can't wait to see what future volumes will bring.  Be sure to get your copy for you eReader or PC today.

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/One-Buck-Horror-Two-ebook/dp/B005E59IZO
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Buck-Horror-Two-ebook/dp/B005E59IZO
Amazon Germany: https://www.amazon.de/One-Buck-Horror-Two-ebook/dp/B005E59IZO
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One Buck Horror, where the new voices of independent horror speak.



Master Vyle