DEAD BODY MAN CHRONICLES
Reviewed by: Ryan Doom
Joel D Wynkoop
What's it about
The story of a nut job who gets sent to a mental home and has random, idiotic encounters with Nazis, chickens, and a talking TV porno stars.
Is it good movie?
All movies require certain, interchangeable required elements. Plot. Characters. Drama. But thereís an additional component all films need: Morals. Iím not saying a movie needs to preach to an audience to prove a theme or even have good, Mayberry-like characters, but all films require some sort of shared ethics common to all humans. Despite differences between us, we all have a societal sense of right and wrong. Within a film, at least one character must express these notions. Without them, weíre screwed.
So whatís the reason for this film lesson of the day? Dead Body Man Chronicles. Besides the moronic title, a movie like Dead Body Man Chronicles appears to exist solely for the sake of shock: Little kids drinking; babies being born on a stripper stage; babies (obviously a doll) being thrown and having a gun pointed at it; mentally-ill, masturbating patients. Iím sure thereís an audience out there for this sort of trash. Iím just not sure who they are. And I question what sort of morals they own. I obviously love horror as long as it uses a balancing act, something the best movies do. They can shock, disturb, be ridiculous, but at the same time, express commentary on something, anything. Even a film like The Naked Gun, the most ridiculously stupid movie ever, expresses a grounded main character. He still has ethics and morals.
Now back to Dead Body Man Chronicles. Only one word describes a film like this Ė shit. Thatís right. This is beyond awful. At an one hour and 45 minutes, I started thinking what I could do thatís worst than watching this. Maybe a Culture Club documentary. Or a Bette Midler marathon. Or a watching the bread on my counter mold. Anything, anything is more entertaining than this shit. Watching the supposed adventures of a serial killer named Willie and his bad wig. I realize this film has zero budget, which explains the mediocre acting and crappy quality. However, even with poor production quality, a film can be worth watching. It can entertain. It can shock. It can horrify. This does none.
Honestly, I have nothing positive to say about Dead Body Man Chronicles. Iím saving you time by keeping the review short. At least this way you wonít waste the amount of time I already have. Feel lucky and go buy a lottery ticket.
Video / Audio
Video: A crisp and cheaply clear Widescreen presentation.
Audio: Presented with the power of 2.0 Dolby Surround.
Commentary: Director Cavalline defends his film stating that the ridiculousness of it all is the point. I donít disagree. He states it the movie does what it can, operating on a micro budget. I donít disagree. I just have a difference of opinion when it comes to one word. Lets seeÖoh yeah, quality.
Iíve watched a lot of f*cked up horror movies during my tenure here at AITH. Even the worst ones usually at least have good production values and morals. Dead Body Man Chronicles has none.