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BAD
TASTE JESUS CHRIST, THIS IS A NASTY ASS TRASH BLAST! This hella gruesome treat should be titled “Fucking Brain Matter” because brains go everywhere in this flick! More brains than a stage-full of four-eyed kids in a spelling bee. The brains start oozing within the first TEN MINUTES and it’s graphically fun shit. Cuz then brains ooze like crazy: you’ve got psychopathic aliens (that look like zombies) eating brains; dorky heroes slipping on brains on the floor; brains splashing on walls; and brains literally dripping out of heads and being stuffed back in. Sound nauseating? Wait till you see people drinking chunky zombie alien vomit. This trashtastic gorefest is the work of Peter Jackson, who much later became a major Hollywood player with The Lord of the Rings trilogy and King Kong, creator of the ultimate trash zombie pic Dead Alive. Both Bad Taste and Dead Alive contain similarities: a zestful zeal for hardware (chainsaws and lawn mowers, respectively. Both films show the results of using these on human form on camera) and unbelievable growing-giant, mean creatures with huge private parts that people ooze out of or get sucked up into (a rectum and a vagina, respectively) at the climax. Both films don’t hold back with the gore served with a side of laugh out loud humor. Bad Taste is a movie to see with your friends in a theater so everyone can share a collective “Yuk” and “Ewwwwwww” as a guy has to deal with a very bad head injury (surprise, it involves brains) or an episode involving a spine. It’s fun to see how far Jackson has come (remember, he’s an Oscar winner now for Best Picture with Return of the King). Bad Taste definitely shows signs of a fledgling filmmaker: it’s raw in spots, sometimes the blood squirts fakely, more like Monty Python and the Holy Grail, delivering laughs instead of nausea (don’t worry, all the gray matter will make ya sick) and the blood is a little orange looking in shots. The aliens spend most of the movie in low budget human form and all wear blue workshirts and white pancake makeup. These are definitely aliens on the cheap. But hey, it’s trash, so it’s all good. Jackson should stay away from acting, however. That’s him as the nerdy Derrick, yes, dribbling spit and having a bird shit on him. Truly an obnoxious strange character and an intolerable little nerd. Jackson gets to have the most fun though, yielding the chainsaw, slicing an alien like deli meat, and driving a stake through an alien’s foot. The plot, as it may, is about a group of four men who are alien hunters,
out to save the world (or at least an Australia village) from aliens.
“The Bastards have landed!” the men shout, mostly enjoying
the pursuit. The earth is in danger as the truly evil alien leader Lord
Crumb want to open fast food chains that serve human flesh whilst taking
over the world with their cannibalistic ways. Along the way, the alien
hunters attempt to save a once-shady tax collector (Craig Smith looking
like a 70’s porn star) from the cannibals’ stew and try
to find why a small town disappeared (whatever has become of them?).
The aliens in their true form look like they came from Pink Floyd’s
The Wall. The aliens have big bulging white heads and cellulite-filled
bubble butts that rips through their jeans when they lose their human
form. The aliens having gun battles with bouncing butt cheeks is unusual
and, er, original. Most of the movie is the four wannabe heroes finding,
fighting, and getting bloody with the zombie-form of the aliens. Face
it, most of the movie is an excuse for the buckets and buckets of gore;
that’s the purpose of a trashtastic gorefest, silly. From the
film’s opening minutes throughout the slimy end, Jackson looks
for new ways to disgust, maim and kill. -Zzilly Gutbuckets (aka Lizz Fisher) |
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