In 2010, one man will be exposed to more gruesome stop-motion animation than ever known to man.
This time, it involves little demons and an old bobbleheaded friend.
THIS. IS. TRORROR.
Remember this guy?
This is his movie.
I can relate to this movie for one reason and one reason only- I grew up in the suburbs, I had a big backyard, and my parents left me alone a lot, which let my imagination run wild. One of the movies on cable a lot in the late eighties and early nineties was this particular film- a story of a little kid, his sister, and his odd, death metal loving friend having to deal with a demonic sinkhole full of demons spilling into their house and fucking shit up. One of our favorite topics was, “hay whut w00d happen if tha demonz from the gate came after us????”
YES, WHEN LITTLE KIDS TALK IT SOUNDS LIKE INTERNET SPEAK- WHAT, YOU DIDN’T KNOW?
First off, we would all die. I know that much because I am smarter now than I was then, and pre-teen Brick Prior was not the eighth baddest man on the planet that he is now. You know, the King of the 45th Corner of the Eastern Hemisphere, the Savior of Internet Funk, and all sorts of other cool nicknames that I can randomly think of. Needless to say, it would not have ended well for Yours Turly OR yours truly.
In this movie, people fare a little better… though some fucked up shit does happen. Dead dogs being used for instances of motherly hugs, eyeballs growing in hands… lots of fucked up shit, yo. Here’s what I took from the movie:
Eighties movies have taught me a lot, first and foremost: don’t throw a party when your parents are away! EVER! I don’t care if it’s 1988, 1998, 2008- don’t do it! Bad things will happen, little claymation demons or not!
If there is a tree uprooted in your backyard with a sinkhole underneath it, alert everyone on the planet that exists that there is a problem and you might be in trouble. Don’t get your zany friend to help you try and figure things out- get that fucker filled and hide while you’re waiting… preferably in another state. I don’t care if you might be eight or not, as a wise man once said- GET YUR ASS TO MAHS!
Don’t hang out with the kid that plays his death metal records (remember those?!) backwards on purpose. I don’t care if he’s your only friend and he might suffer from abandonment issues… DON’T DO IT! BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN!
YOU MEAN LIKE DEALING WITH LITTLE DEMONS THAT COME UP FROM A HOLE IN YOUR BACKYARD?
Take a look at numbers one, two, and three and repeat them until your brain explodes.
WHAT I LIKED
The special effects and the reminder that death metal can be used to very comedic effect unintentionally.
WHAT I HATED
The fact that there was a sequel.
See it once, and then ignore the dickens out of it.
Brick Prior does the unthinkable… NEXT!