June 19, 2009
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Funny bone replacement surgery.
Yes, I'm an enormous, throbbing. hypocrite. After all, I do thoroughly adore director Manny Coto's undeniably strange 1992 horror/comedy Dr. Giggles for all of the reasons that I abhor, say, the recent Friday the 13th remake or whatever smelly cinematic discharge Rob Zombie is releasing into theaters this year. It's not that I think this movie is particularly well made, mind you, or that I genuinely enjoy all of the cheesy physician-related one-liners Coto and co-writer Graeme Whifler have crammed into this breezy, early digestible 95 minute decent into absurdist horror. Because I don't. Larry Drake is, perhaps, the only reason to watch this film; his incessant giggling, which accompanies almost every line of dialogue or on-screen kill, does grow tiresome after the first twenty minutes, but as irritated as you may become, you have to admit he does a fine job with the role. Holly Marie Combs (Charmed) and the late Glenn Quinn (Roseanne), meanwhile, seem almost embarrassed to be part of the show. Can you really blame them? Films centered around an escaped mental patient's penchant for medical murders aren't exactly high art, and I seriously doubt they'll open the doors necessary for big screen career advancement. No, Dr. Giggles isn't for the serious, discerning motion picture fanatic. This film was designed for individuals like myself who, for whatever reason, enjoy wasting their time watching movies that offer little in the way of intentional entertainment. At any rate, it's much more fun than pilonidal cyst surgery. Not by much, though.
Recipe For Success: Larry Drake + Manny Coto's Unmedicated Direction + Whatever Happened To Doug E. Doug, Anyway?
Twisted Imagery Alert: Have you ever wanted to watch a small child carve his way out of a corpse with a scalpel?
Your wish is hereby granted.
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