THE GRUESOME DEATH OF TOMMY PISTOL
Reviewed by: Zombie Boy
What's it about
A wannabe actor and slacker extraordinaire loses himself in a series of increasingly bizarre delusions until he ultimately meets his demise by…well…I can’t tell you. You wouldn’t believe me anyway.
Is it good movie?
Tommy Pistol is not the character’s actual name, but he assumes it in his first delusion, and since we’re never given his real name, that’s what we’ll go with. So, Pistol is a dick. He wants to be an actor, even though he sucks, and he is so socially inept and lost in his own world that he can’t hold down even a menial job for long. He ends up losing his wife and child to his slackerhood, and descends into a filthy and disgusting bachelorhood. One night, while microwaving a hotdog and jerking off with a penis pump, he lapses into a semi-catatonia and dreams of getting his big break.
That big break turns out to be working in a snuff film…as the snuffer. This version of Tommy is a Midwest rube with an eager smile and rocks in his head. He is convinced he’s acting, and is told to feel rage. He does, and kills a few chicks. The first bit of gore here left me wary, but the second kill honestly contained some gruesome stuff. There is no logical segue into the second dream, but that’s okay, since it’s about skinning Arnold Schwarzenegger and wearing his skin to assume his life. The third and final installment is a complete departure, showing Pistol as a tired, cynical porno director who finds himself surrounded by ersatz zombies with throbbing pustules.
It’s difficult to tell how I felt about this film. The opening piece about the real Tommy is annoying; the second piece has some humor and some disturbing gore, plus a wonderfully manic Caleb Emerson (director of Die You Zombie Bastards!); the second dream is weird, but the Asian chick who kicks Arnold/Tommy’s ass is really funny; the third installment, which features kinda porn actress Daisy Sparks is downright disgusting and by far the highlight of the movie. Until Tommy’s demise back in the real world. Which is horrific to say the least.
But even that left me scratching my head. It’s a horror-show, to be sure, but it gets oddly sentimental, after the preceding slapsticky gore and ultra-black comedy. In the end, I guess there’s a little something in this bizarre and cheeky movie for everyone: just don’t expect any sort of cohesive narrative and you’ll be okay.
Video / Audio
What The Gruesome Death of Tommy Pistol lacks in cohesion it makes up for with sheer balls and oddness. It is essentially an anthology piece, which increasingly strays from the central character and premise, but also becomes increasingly weird and disgusting, culminating, ahem, in a death that will leave every single male viewer quivering. There’s enough cool stuff in here to merit a viewing, just stick with it and remember not to try to make much sense of it.