Just the Ticket #108: Psycho...Gore...Man?
Greetings, Ticketholders!
The title of today's post is exactly how I reacted to the following movie trailer, as recommended to me by YouTube:
That's right; today, I am reviewing PG: Psycho Goreman, a film that I highly recommend to those who enjoy repeating the phrase, "what the fuck am I watching?"
Despite the main characters being children, Psycho Goreman (or PG for short) is almost as far from PG as it can get. In fact, it's as far from any kind of rating as it can get because it is Unrated.
After beating her pushover brother at Crazyball (a game with the kind of convoluted, bullshit rule set that only a child could come up with or understand) by punching him in the solarplexus and stealing all of his points, a sociopathic little bitch-girl forces him to dig his own grave in their backyard, where he unearths Rita Repulsa's space dumpster.
Now, after ten thousand years, he's free; it's time to murder Earth!
Except he can't because the sociopathic little bitch-girl has the gem in her pocket, so he has to do whatever she says. Thankfully, most of the comedy that comes from this gets genuine laughs; unfortunately, all of it is in the trailer to make Psycho Goreman look good. And "good" isn't always an apt descriptor of this film. But strangely, "film" (as I often use it in the negative critical sense, as opposed to the average "movie" or superior "cinema") isn't a fitting descriptor, either. Psycho Goreman, like its rating, is neutrally offensive, uncomfortably enjoyable, pleasantly awkward, richly cheap, deeply shallow, and delightfully, infuriatingly subversive, among other things that don't go together even though they go together.
Character-wise, the family at the center of all of the carnage are the scum of the Earth, the titular character is an alien mass-murderer even though he has a sympathetic backstory and tons of charisma, and the "heroes" of the aforementioned Council are even more soulless and depraved than PG himself.
The aliens are decently designed as rejected Power Rangers villains go, complete with facial prostheses so stiff that the English-speaking actors wearing them look like they are being dubbed over with their own voices when they talk, and body suits so ungainly that the fight scenes look like they were choreographed by Godzilla, filmed in the dark, and edited by a blind man on quaaludes. Speaking of being dubbed over with yourself, there is one point in the movie where the sociopathic sister is praying to God to ask Him which pair of sunglasses she should wear to the apocalypse, after which I swear (I ran the moment back several times to make sure) she tells Him to "frigg off," but you can clearly see her mouthing the word, "fuck." Number One: the movie is Unrated, so why would they not take the opportunity to curse as much as possible? Number Two: see Number One, but also, why is an Unrated movie being censored at all in the first place? It's not like good Christian folk are chomping at the bit to see a movie called Psycho Goreman, so what the frigg?
Despite all of this (and partly because of it), I ended up enjoying myself. The ending, as I said earlier, was delightfully, infuriatingly subversive, the characters were acceptably overacted, the concept was uniquely insane, the comedy landed solidly even though it was mostly trailer-bait, and the practical effects and body horror were on point.
If you don't want to watch Psycho Goreman, though, you can always skip to the credits and listen to Discount John Cena and Discount Ice-T rap the plot to you, which is a...plus?
Or rather, a
C+
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Ticketmaster,
out.
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