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Taken as two separate entities, the music and the movie, it’s not all that bad. It’s when both are combined that this thing turns into a monstrous travesty.
I think this could be redone as a fairly decent horror flick, especially in the "torture porn" genre that seems to be so successful today (see the Saw movies, Hostel, etc.). I like the concept. Take away the gaudy theatrics and tone down some of the characters (mostly the Roddy children) and you might have a pretty good movie.
The music was okay. But out of all of the actors, I only enjoyed the vocal styling of very few of them. Anthony Stewart Head has a great voice. I also liked the guy who played the drug dealer. I thought Paul Sorvino was pretty bad, and not in some ‘80s/’90s throwback kind of way where bad actually means good. His singing is just bad. I also hate musicals where EVERYTHING is sung. I think it takes away some of the novelty.
Ah, the things I watch to keep up with the careers of Buffy alums.
If you’re thinking of watching this movie for any other reason than morbid curiosity, then you might just be a little odder than I am. It’s a really, really bad movie. A few good bits of acting can’t wipe away the stick of the rest of this pile of doo-doo.
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Listening to: Hollywood Undead - Bottle And A Gun
via FoxyTunes
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