December 11, 2008
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Bowling pins as pelvic speculums.
In case you were wondering, writer/director Ryan Nicholson is one truly twisted individual. His goopy 2008 genre explosion Gutterballs is stacked to the proverbial rafters with all sorts of depraved insanity, the likes of which you're almost hesitant to share with others. If you can bravely wade through the film's needlessly overlong rape sequence, you'll encounter yet another run-of-the-mill slasher picture built upon explicit sex, empty-headed characters, and a plethora of nonsensical situations. Because it exists solely as an audio/visual assault on your gag reflex, chances are you won't appreciate the film's agenda unless you're a no-holds-barred fan of brutally revolting scenes of cleverly inventive murder. The kills range from mildly disturbing to jaw-droppingly putrid -- if you've ever wanted to see how, exactly, skilled surgeons transform a man's penis into a vagina, your wait is just about over. The actors keep the material campy and stupid for the duration, a fact which helps alleviate Nicholson's affinity for shameless, over-the-top perversion. And while I'm quick to recommend Gutterballs to those who consider themselves to be true horror fans, I won't go as far as to say that it's everyone's cup of tea. This is taboo-smashing gore euphoria at its finest, though you may need several piping hot showers afterwards.
Recipe For Success: Slasher Mayhem By Way Of John Waters + Malodorous Make-Up Effects + Suffocation By 69
Ignorance Is Bliss: The next time you go bowling, keep an eye on how many friends you have left.
Double-check the bathroom if anyone goes missing.
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