“When there’s no more room in Hell, the dead shall fuck the Earth.”
Kids these days. They just don’t know a good thing – even if it slaps them in the face. With a giant, infected, zombie schlong.
Woah, woah. Don’t freak out. I’m not advocating child-zombie schlonging here. Gross. I mean the kid in all of us – that perpetual 13-year-old who still giggles at the word “dictator”….every.single.time. That kid. It’s rare anymore that our inner horror brat’s funny bone gets tickled by anything too risqué. Mustn’t upset the censors or delicate PC mindsets! Even Planet Terror and Death Proof, in their gloriousness, didn’t tip the Grindhouse scales too far in terms of bad taste.
What’s so great about Chillerama? Fucking everything. And buddy, here that’s not a euphemism! Undead orgies, humongous monster sperm, the zaniest portrayal of Hitler ever (take that Mel Brooks!), virus-spreading zombie sperm, pretty werebear boys, Eric Roberts as “General Bukkake,” necrophiliac head, Anne Frankenstein, and more boobs, balls, dick, poop, fart, butt, vag, and gay sex jokes than you can shake the aforementioned zombie schlong at.
It’s a 4-part anthology film – with one running story throughout, created by a bunch of up & coming (heh) horror directors: Adam Green, Joe Lynch, Adam Rifkin, and Tim Sullivan. Together, these guys are responsible for some decent flicks – including Hatchet, Frozen, Wrong Turn 2, The Dark Backward, and 2001 Maniacs. In Chillerama, they’ve brilliantly abandoned all taste and discretion. No cow is too sacred, no gross-out stone is un-turned. I’m having a hard time picking a favorite – “Wadzilla” is to die for and “The Diary of Anne Frankenstein” is practically perfect. Joel David Moore gives one of the funniest, most oddly endearing, and unhinged portrayals of Hitler ever.
But if you forced me – I’d probably pick the overall story along with its finale in the last film “Zom-B-Movie” as my mostest faves. Why? Because this sucker was made for horror fans by horror fans with giddy abandon – nearly every moment a reference or a line from some of our favorite flicks and frights. All other moments are a lewd good time. My least favorite may have been “I Was a Teenage WereBear” – not because of the silly songs (loved ’em), or the gay theme (loved it) – but because the sound quality is unfortunate – vocals are occasionally hard to understand. Much like bad stage sound where the musicians are too loud and drown out the vocals. It detracts from what is overall great, ridiculous, outré stuff.
Make no mistake folks, this film is not for the easily offended or the purveyors of good taste or anyone with serious homophobia or other sex-y issues. Me? I fucking loved it – I couldn’t wait to share it with others and am very much considering throwing a Summer Drive-In Party… just for the fun of it. Chillerama revels in its tackiness, which delights my inner nose-picker to no end. So much so that halfway through I said out loud – and to no one in particular, “I demand a sequel!” If you’re anything like me, and you love a movie that bathes itself in naughty, bawdy, gross-out humor – then you owe it to that snot-nosed bastard in you to buy this sucker, grab a brewski, and laugh your ass off whenever you’re having a shitty day. Chillerama – it’s good for what ails ya.