When someone comes up to you and tells you there is a claymation musical about the Manson murders you have a certain expectation built up by the time you actually track the movie down. for me that expectation was that i would be watching an irreverent dark comedy farce containing humorously gory puppet death and at the least some palpable music. sadly the only part of that sentence that holds true is the farce. the movie plays like a bad art school project from a far to pompous student body. the music was bland at best and gratingly annoying at worst. the portrayal of the characters mad absolutely no sense. the Sharon Tate character was possibly the most annoying performance ever captured on any media ever and as if that wern't bad enough, they have the gal to allow her to continue talking even after decapitation. let me say that again to get the point across. you will find yourself waiting and eventually begging for this character to be killed to silence her poorly written and voiced rants. it finally happens. she is killed along with her equally annoying friends and as your are about to slip into a joyous tirade at the prospect of never hearing that voice again... the severed heads start talking, and continue talking far longer than necessary. when the creators of the film express their confusion and distaste for what they have made on the commentary of their own film, you know you have witnessed something beyond the bouds of bad cinema. in spite of all that i have said i fully encourage you, the reader, to see this movie. by no means should you purchase it! simply view it in a quiet room. it is a life experience that no one should miss. afterwards jump in the shower, cleanse your body of its taint and go to bed knowing that you have looked into the void and you never have to do it again.
Review of Live Freaky Die Freaky
