Misirlou

A senselessly stupid MTV clips of drugs and gore with absolutely no substance and sense. Some Anti-American propaganda mixed in there, anti-soldier propaganda (Tom Sizemore trying to be Marlon Brando) and failing miserably. No actor is any good in here, except a girl in skull face paint (looks awesome) and Larry Bishop, spending most of his on-screen time with his face in some girl's ass. Best thing one can do in this crap movie. At times it seems writer/director wanted to make a sort of NATURAL BORN KILLERS / LEAVING LAS VEGAS, but either way he failed miserably.

What the actual hell is Tom Sizemore doing in this mess? Misirlou (rebranded Adrenochrome) feels like a late-night YouTube rabbit hole turned into a feature film-with all the chaos, none of the polish. To its credit, the idea of throwing every American right-wing conspiracy theory into a blender is, on paper, quite fun. And yes, the absurdity of the plot has its own twisted charm.

But that's where the praise ends.

The writing is painfully clunky, lacking rhythm, coherence, or any real depth. The characters resemble NPCs in a broken video game, uttering nonsensical monologues.

Visually, it's a disaster: it looks like the entire thing was shot on a cheap camcorder stuck on autofocus, with random GoPro angles thrown in for added confusion. There's no visual consistency, just shaky, amateur-grade footage that makes The Blair Witch Project look like Citizen Kane.

The soundtrack isn't bad-some tracks even slap-but they can't save a film that feels like it was assembled during a paranoid fever dream.

Sizemore's presence is baffling, like watching a fallen star wander through a student film. If you're into cinematic oddities for the sheer what-the-f*ery of it all, give it a go. Perhaps using the drugs that abound on screen would make the experience more enjoyable. Otherwise, consider this your warning.

Adrenochrome channels a grindhouse-infused John Waters as it takes the viewer on a breakneck trip through a shattered kaleidoscope of blood, violence and bacchanalian debauchery, not stopping to make much sense along the way. This may not be an "instant classic", but it smashes through its fragmented narrative with enough charm to one day develop a low key cult following. Best consumed under the influence of multiple psychedelics.

There is no movie or movie making here, it is just some self indulgent stoners who thought they would make a film to 'blow their minds', the result is just a busy mess of childish incoherence by people trying too hard to be hip and 'unique'.

Tired of same stories with lame plot twists, this movie crosses all boarders. so raw and performances felt the realest.