Killer Pad

Wow, uh, yeah. What the hell was this. It looks like maybe the people who made this move had fun making it, but this sure was, wow just bad.

The over-the-top acting and stupidity was obviously intentional, which isn't as bad as some movies who don't even realize how bad they are, but it was just as stupid.

There were also lots of weird sexual-homoerotic things going on here. I don't really know what the hell the deal was, maybe Freddy Kruger (Robert Englund, who played Freddy Kruger, directed this masterpiece) is into that. Also, as mentioned by some other reviewers Daniel Franzese, who was in Mean Girls, has his stomach wrapped in cellophane in a hot tub scene. There is no explanation or rhyme or reason to it, its just that the lower half of his torso is wrapped in cellophane for whatever reason. Yea.

The one positive thing this movie has going for it is the death of Joey Lawrence. ANY film the kills Joey Lawrence earns at least a couple stars. But there really isn't anything else positive to say. Andy Milonakis is also in this movie, I think just a handful of people in LA who didn't happen to be working just got together to make this weird movie.

I've been waiting for this film for a year now, because the trailer looked cool. But Killer Pad is one of the worst Hollywood-movies in years. Yeah, it did have some funny moments and few good actors (Lin Shaye and Bobby Lee). But the movie in whole is just horrible.

First of all, the dialogue didn't make any sense. Neither did the way, the characters behaved. Of course, it was supposed to be funny, that all the characters think was the party and sex. It just never hits the score.

Then the acting was awful. Especially Shane McRae and Eric Jungmann. But like I told you before, Shaye and Lee were in it, so there was something good. The directing was okay, in the matter of fact, it was too good for this film.

Well, that's it. I have nothing else to say about this film. It is one of those movies, that you want to fade out of your memory right after you saw it.

To be franc, this has been one of the most unpleasant experience I've been through as a movie enthusiast. "Killer Pad" seems to be summing all worst parts in cinematography: from poor newbie actor and awful lines to dull a script (three good friends move into a new house which seems to be the dwelling of the devil, wow, how original). To top that, this film also includes a lot of grouse and pathetic scenes which, of course, the directors thought would be very funny.

Don't mean to be uptight or something, but this movie is really crap.. In fact, it's more than that, it's an insult to the whole independent film making industry. To sum it up, don't waste your time...

Let me start out by saying that nothing will ever, ever, and I do mean EVER top 'Lesbian Vampire Killers' for hysterical horror satire. But 'Killer Pad' just beat out 'Shaun of the Dead' for second place.

The humor in American horror satire is usually limited to slapstick, sight gags and pop-culture banter. Consequently it quickly becomes dated, and the humor loses its edge, leaving its audience to wander off in search of the next fix. 'Killer Pad' actually bothers with a script. The situational comedy is deftly arranged, so that the running jokes STAY funny, popping up in unexpected ways, and often the excuse to bring the gag up again is a gag in itself. The jokes don't need to be propped up by a backstory only one generation will really get; they're funny on their own. And likely to remain so!

The actors deserve equal credit for the comic success of the film. It's difficult to keep a character consistently, genuinely, believably oblivious for more than an hour, and to make the audience genuinely laugh at their idiocy instead of just rolling their eyes and getting bored. They achieve it, though. It's my favorite thing about this movie.

Those who come to 'Killer Pad' looking for shallow, cheap humor and obvious jokes will be disappointed, but for anyone seeking a fresh, fun spin on the "evil house" theme: you've found it. So sit back and enjoy!

Three stereotypical guys...though in this case all three come off as homosexual airheads...move to L.A. to "start their lives" where they are directed to a mansion by a transsexual realtor. After moving in, it's apparent that the house harbors a gateway to Hell, but they ignore this to throw a party under the persuasion of three stereotypical sluts. What had potential to be a decent, tongue-in-the-cheek parody of horror films quickly turns into a virtually unwatchable, unfunny, horribly acted and scripted take on what America has ignorantly considered to be funny for the last ten years: feces jokes, unrealistically slutty teens, midgets, and token racial characters. It's blatantly obvious why this film went straight to DVD with very little marketing. Englund really should have used the alias "Alan Smithee" instead of taking credit for the direction.