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Go Ask Alyce

Posted in Misc. Horror, TV Vixens with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 27, 2014 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Alyce Kills

Alyce is young, hot, drunk and uses the F-word as if it were an adjective, as does her equally young, hot, drunk and gutter-mouthed BFF girlfriend. Sexually liberated with boyfriends that cheat on them, they proceed to get drunk, flirt with expanding the parameters of their friendship (ahem), and get inebrated even more on the roof of their downtown apartment building. All is fun and F-words until… OOPS! The girlfriend took the express way down.

Alyce Kills

Alyce, overwhelmed with guilt (it was an accident – or so she says), lies to the police about what happened. It’s one thing to give your soulmate flying lessons, but another issue entirely to be untruthful to the Law. Amazingly, the BFF survived the drop in altitude and is in the hospital with a Frankenstein’d face. Can’t have her recovering and spilling the truth beans. So she has to try, try again because at first she didn’t succeed. And thus starts Alyce’s descent into guilt-driven drug abuse, sex abuse and all the ancillary depravity that goes with it.

Alyce Kills

Alyce Kills (2011) is grim and mesmerizing in the same way when you see a car sliding on ice towards the edge of a bridge. But it isn’t until the last astonishing 20 minutes where this thing goes into OMG territory. Armed with a baseball bat, a chef’s grade knife, a meat cleaver, a hacksaw, a blender, a microwave and a handy pistol, Alyce balances the crazy scale by resolving issues with her girlfriend’s brother and that wasted drug dealer who made her submit an oral exam on his front pocket area, and anyone standing in her way. (I’m looking in your direction drug dealer’s friends.)

Alyce Kills

And just when you think it couldn’t get anymore entertaining, it’s the last word that comes out of her mouth that puts a nice exclamation point on her newfound personality. I’ve said that same word a one hundred million times, but not nearly with the same effect. Alyce kills, indeed.

Stinky Horror That Doesn’t Stink

Posted in Evil, Scream Queens, Slashers with tags , , , , , , on May 15, 2014 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Reeker

Heading out into the desert to attend a rave (where ALL raves belong), a car load of college kids find themselves stranded out in the middle of nowhere, with a small diner, gas station and motel the only thing around for, I’m guessing, 712 miles. Where did the people go? Why does every bible in the motel have scrawled warnings on every page? Why doesn’t the TV get good reception even though it has cable?

Reeker

Thinking a drug dealer is after him for stealing designer pills that will get him high at the rave (the ONLY way to stand rave music), one guy stands guard that night while the others go do what college kids do when they’re not studying. He hears a noise in a dumpster and opens it to find a bloodied man with half a body. He helps it out and it talks to him and crawls away.

Reeker

Another chick attends an outhouse and smells something really stinky. What she doesn’t know that this isn’t Texas perfume, but the preface for a mysterious man creature cloaked in a ragged black Old Navy™ trench coat with a host of electric power tools used for cutting humans, chopping humans, drilling humans and killing humans.

Reeker

She gets sucked down into the bowels of the outhouse (ick) and the rest are hunted by this Reeker fellow. So the plan is when they smell something really smelly – run! One of the students is blind and has a heightened sense of smell, so bonus. This thing really hits the gas (sorry) when The Reeker and the last two remaining kids meet face to skull. At this point you could say, yeah, what ev. But a clever swerve near the end takes this one to a whole new level.

You’ll come to the same conclusion, but I’ll say it for you: Reeker (2005) doesn’t stink. Heh.