August 18, 2008
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Depth isn't everything.Huge kudos to underrated director Jeremy Kasten for attempting to legitimize Herschell Gordon Lewis' ultra bizarre cult classic The Wizard of Gore, as I'm sure it was an incredibly difficult project to undertake. Unfortunately, Kasten and screenwriter Zach Chassler don't seem to understand what made the original picture tick. And while the framework to Gordon's outrageous gorefest remains intact -- a newspaper reporter and his sassy girlfriend attempt to unravel the mystery behind a magician's bloody stage show -- all of the demented glee and two-dollar charm has been systematically removed. Wooden puppets Kip Pardue and Bijou Phillips are, of course, horribly miscast, leaving genre vets Brad Dourif and an unrecognizable Jeffrey Combs to pick up the slack. Professional freak Crispin Glover, meanwhile, does his best to spread his own quirky sauce all over Montag the Magnificent, though you can tell his heart just isn't in the game. Despite its odd carnivalesque atmosphere and a handful of interesting yet poorly executed gore sequences, Kasten's version of The Wizard of Gore is yet another remake perpetrated by individuals looking to make a buck off indiscriminate fanboys. If you want this sort of thing done properly, ask Tim Sullivan.
Recipe For Disaster: A Slew Of Arrogant, Annoying Characters + Glover's Half-Hearted Performance + Yawn
But You Know What: Nice try, though.
For real.
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