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alcoholic comic book writer named Millard (Emanuel) rescues a wounded dog
called Lucky (voiced by Reivers) and nurses him back to health. When the
pooch awakens, it actually begins to talk to and inspire him. Millard
eventually finds his muse for writing and…killing women in sadistic
ways. SIT! ROLL OVER! PLAY DEAD!
"Ever have one of those lifetimes where nothing
seems to go right?"-- Millard
best way to describe the pleasant, yet harsh, experience that was viewing
“Lucky” is to compare the affair to a sucker punch. The flick slyly
set me up at frame one by inserting me into the mind of a neurotic, yet
extremely likeable, character who went by the name of Millard Mudd, to
then knock me down when I wasn’t looking.
Millard and I walked the path that was the narrative, I warmed up to the
lad’s existential ideas about the nature of reality, envied his
countless beer runs, laughed at his quirky dating experiences (try
LavaLife dude) and relished the hilarious exchanges he had with his new
“it's so cute” canine roommate. Hey, I found a new friend in Millard!
But then it happened. The film had me where it wanted me and without
warning, it swang its massive hammer down full-force on my “duh”
skull. THANK YOU FOR THE VICIOUS BEATING! The real games then began with
an amusingly mind-numbing play on reality and good old Millard going from
loveably neurotic to loveably misogynistic, freaking psychotic. Welcome to
his nightmare! We get a suave talking dog, necrophilia i.e. corpse fucking
(hey, a man’s got to have hobbies), self-mutilation, cross
dressing…all the major food groups were covered and I lapped it up like
a convict eating McDonald's on death row.
would also like to give this film my first annual “Choking
of the Year
Award”. I’ve seen my
fair share of throat grabbing (I work for JoBlo.com, after all) but
Millard took the cake. The man was such a pro! I wonder where he studied
the art? You see, there was one particular extensive sequence where Mil
had some fun with a poor naked, tied-up broad. He choked her to the point
of her passing out, she woke up, he choked her again, she passed
out…repeat…repeat…you know the drill. That scene alone took me for
an emotional loop-the-loop and was the height of the twisted shenanigans
the movie liked to play throughout. One second I was laughing at the
absurdity of the gruesome situation, and the next, I was appalled by the
sheer brutality of it. Now that’s what a horror movie is supposed to do!
Mess with me! I LOVED IT!
the downside, Millard had a tendency to be long winded in spots via his
lengthy interior monologues. I
caught myself saying “We got it Millard!” out loud (yes, out loud!)
during a couple of instances. “We actually got what you were saying 5
minutes ago...can we move on, buddy? You know, talk about something
else?” Another trait that Millard sported that ticked me off now and
then was his “loser whining” episodes. Don’t get me wrong, Mil was
mostly all good in my book (although the nipple rubbing was a bit out of
line), but when he went into “whining” mode, slapping him silly and
telling him to grow up, crossed my mind. Lastly, the film was a tad
redundant in places, nothing severe, but I felt some of it.
the whole though, “Lucky” was a well shot, superbly acted (Michael
Emanuel owned!) and endearingly mean-spirited little opus. Although
not overly graphic, it planted many ugly seeds in my head and they grew
into big, shocking images, giving me a full intake of horror in the
process. As the end credits rolled, I felt a tad uneasy, even somewhat
guilty for having enjoyed the atrocities that were presented before me. I
laughed and was put off in tandem at times, and that my genre-loving
fiends, is a sign of a solid movie.
ain't got nothing on “Lucky”! Kibble and Bits this!
Emanuel (Millard) deserves a pat on the ass and a couple of hookers for
his superb one-man show here. The dude WAS the movie and in the hands of a
lesser actor, it all could’ve gone to shits. Michael perfectly conveyed
the many facets of his role and gave us quite the layered performance.
David Reivers (Lucky’s voice) had me in stitches many o' times as the
articulated and smooth talking little bow-wow. His charming, yet evil,
delivery tagged with the ADORABLE doggie brought so much to the picture.
Incidentally, I want to own Sidney the dog (Lucky). What a cutie!
suggested most of its stuff, rather than show, but trust me, that was part of its power. We
still got after-the-fact cadavers, one kool beheading that graduated to a
head on a stick (Millard was having a blast), a bloodied head, a severed
hand, some puke and Michael Emanuel shirtless rubbing his nipples in an
arousing fashion (yes, that goes in gore…brrr).
We get two tit
shots (neither of which was very pleasant to watch) and the ladies
get…again…Michael Emanuel shirtless, rubbing his nipples in an
arousing fashion. Sassy!
managed to successfully echo his lead character’s state of mind via his
invasive direction, be it through a well put moment of slow motion, a dead-on stylish angle, a clever use of black and white or
a perfect aim within Millard’s claustrophobic surroundings. I must also applaud
his handle on pacing. Although the screenplay got a tad redundant and most
of the film was shot in one house, I rarely felt it due to the tight
execution. Good show mate!
get a somber and moody score by Ken Mazur that fit the film’s dread-filled bill
Portrait of a Serial Killer” and “Lassie” to the horizontal mambo,
add a pinch of morbid, yet side-splitting, humor to the sport and BINGO you
got “Lucky” popping out of the woodworks. Sure, the film was a tad redundant
at times and Millard lost me a few times with his bitching, but on the whole,
this brutal slice of life gave me enough unapologetic horror, healthy
chuckles, sly wit and overall technical quality to make it more than worth
my while. Also, there’s a talking dog at play! I don’t know about you
guys, but that’s always FUN STUFF to me! All my dog does is crap on my
carpet and hump my lamp. Where’s my damn muse? Now do yourselves a
favor, go rent the film and get lucky you sick puppies!
film was shot on DV in nine (yes, count them) nine days
one dog was auditioned for the role of Lucky and that was “Sydney” the
wonder Terrier mix!
my interview with director Steve Cuden here
THE OFFICIAL LUCKY WEBSITE HERE
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