1999; Not Rated; 135 Minutes
Tiffany Leigh Linebaugh
Shannon "Redman" Franklin
Joshua P. Warren
Produced, directed and screenwritten by Joshua P.
by DAVID KEYES
is a shameless urge in some of us to leave behind our morals,
and plunge into a world bound by physical and mental perversion.
That urge may very well be the ultimate test in filmmaking
since, during every new generation, there comes a film so
sick and maniacal that, despite poor taste, creates both
uproars and shocks below the theater screen. A list of them--from
"Peeping Tom," to "Pink Flamingos," to "Caligula," to "I
Spit On Your Grave"--may very well suggest that two or three
arrive every nine or ten years. But since a brief setback
brought on by the sickening and utterly worthless productions
in the early 80s ("Caligula" and "I Spit On Your Grave"),
such cinematic tastelessness has seemed to transfer itself
strictly to direct video releases. Apparently, moral incompetence
has warn out its welcome in theaters.
sick does not always mean a movie is bad, though. Sure,
"Caligula" is one of the worst films ever made, but "Pink
Flamingos," a film that established John Waters as a Hollywood
director, was grotesque but, if I may be blunt, funny as
hell. The idea of warped morality intrigues us, and we often
enjoy seeing it on the movie screen, not to be entertained,
but to see how far one is willing to go to shock people.
fellow critic claims "Inbred Rednecks" is in the tradition
of Russ Meyer's "Mud Honey" and John Waters' "Pink Flamingos,"
but what is the point in referring to any movie here? This
is a project in a realm of its own, clogged with impotent
dialogue, sophomoric twists, horrible writing, pointless
characters, and dead comedy routines. If any shred of the
material had been remotely funny, this could be excusable
entertainment. Sadly, it is nothing but callow, empty, idiotic
and pointless. It tries to cash in on the popularity of
poor taste, and fails miserably.
movie tells the story of an obsession with cock fights.
Four friends, whose names are Billy Bob, Joe Bob, Clovis
and Bubba (typical redneck cliché) think that they have
a great shot at winning the state title, which has long
since belonged to one dubbed as "the Demon." Why does the
sport of cockfighting interest them so? Simple: they're
money-hungry. When the rednecks reveal their own "Bigass
Rooster" to the champion, Demon, the camera gets so close
that his entire body is shadowed, and we can only see its
outline (which looks like one belonging to a rubber chicken).
The other rooster, famous for laying challengers to death,
then does something that defies logic and believability--it
commits suicide. Maybe this was the rooster's personal decision
after learning that he was participating in a movie about
four rejoice at a bar, stare at women, fantasize, and engage
in fights with people who pass in (most notably the owner
of the champion rooster and his two thugs). Suddenly Bigass
Rooster is stolen. This sets up the entire clan of rednecks
to seek out their lost winner. Along the way, we meet other
idiots of the deep south, including one who is so paranoid
about frogs that he shoots at the first sound of them. Meanwhile,
characters are reciting dialogue straight out of the movie
hand guide to inept conversations (the picture even spends
10 minutes on a conversation in which one redneck asks another
if he would give oral sex to a man for certain dollar amounts).
Conversation isn't always a big deal in movies as visually
repulsive as these, but here, even simple one-liners lack
plausibility (one character, upon seeing Bigass Rooster,
actually shouts "is that a rooster or a penguin?").
is a wasted effort, without merit, decency, humor, and desire
to amuse; but it is an effort nonetheless (which may explain
why I grudgingly warrant a half star instead of zero). Upon
the response of his cult hit "Pink Flamingos," in which
a character ingested actual dog excrement, John Waters glowingly
admitted that "seeing someone throw up at one of my movies
is like getting a standing ovation." Joshua P. Warren, the
director of this low-budget B-movie, may have had the same
thing in mind upon putting this thing in production. Unfortunately,
the source material seems to be confused in delivering a
response--people are supposed to throw up at the sight of
on-screen tastelessness, not by reading the lame script.
1999, David Keyes, Cinemaphile.org.
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