Rock-bottom Canuckrophelia might do in a pinch, but just for a laugh or two
Hmmm....seems I have the honor of being first to comment on this little-seen turkey...
VOODOO DOLLS, an obscure little squirt of supernatural horror bellywash, is sort of a gag gift from our friends in the Great White North(so now we know where that proposed border-wall is REALLY needed). A tour-de-farce of sub-satisfactory dross, it's a wall-to-wall failure even by the lax standards of nanobudget horror schlock. Still, in the right frame of mind(better yet... in an altered state of mind), there are a few moments which are mildly amusing in an entirely ass-backward way...most notably, a riotous scene where a man is savagely blitzed by several pint-sized voodoo dolls which look like a slobbery great dane's best-loved chew toys. Ridiculous and indifferently executed, this scene may lead you to query how the crew ever got it filmed without breaking into a fit of runaway laughter. A garbled narrative involving black magic and a cursed stage play is met with warranted indifference at every juncture of production. The setting is an all-girl boarding-school...there couldn't be a more open-handed and obvious opportunity for gratuitous nay-nays. Why then, pray-tell, is the nudity so skimpy, and the blink of gratis lesbiana so timid that the licking of a postage stamp would have been equally arousing?
Some people, it seems, make movies for a target audience they know very little about...a poorly made film can be forgiven. A poorly made film that makes little attempt to deliver the requisite goods should be a capital crime.
3.5/10.
VOODOO DOLLS, an obscure little squirt of supernatural horror bellywash, is sort of a gag gift from our friends in the Great White North(so now we know where that proposed border-wall is REALLY needed). A tour-de-farce of sub-satisfactory dross, it's a wall-to-wall failure even by the lax standards of nanobudget horror schlock. Still, in the right frame of mind(better yet... in an altered state of mind), there are a few moments which are mildly amusing in an entirely ass-backward way...most notably, a riotous scene where a man is savagely blitzed by several pint-sized voodoo dolls which look like a slobbery great dane's best-loved chew toys. Ridiculous and indifferently executed, this scene may lead you to query how the crew ever got it filmed without breaking into a fit of runaway laughter. A garbled narrative involving black magic and a cursed stage play is met with warranted indifference at every juncture of production. The setting is an all-girl boarding-school...there couldn't be a more open-handed and obvious opportunity for gratuitous nay-nays. Why then, pray-tell, is the nudity so skimpy, and the blink of gratis lesbiana so timid that the licking of a postage stamp would have been equally arousing?
Some people, it seems, make movies for a target audience they know very little about...a poorly made film can be forgiven. A poorly made film that makes little attempt to deliver the requisite goods should be a capital crime.
3.5/10.
- EyeAskance
- Jan 12, 2004