Germans will know just by looking at the cast that this film can be up to no good. However, it was especially this combination of C-prominence trying for years (for Frank Zander and others, even decades) to be admitted to the B-prominence society that intrigued me.
Watching it for the first time, alas, I failed after the first quarter of an hour. The spirit was strong, but human reasoning obliged me to stop - after all, I am a trash fan, not a masochist.
Maybe I wouldn't have touched it a second time, but fate had it that one of my friends needed distraction since her parents split up. And yes, mind blowing distraction it was.
A vampire (Frank Zander) controls some military guys and collects young girls to feed on them. He is not directly interacting with the rest of the "actors" since his appearance is based on archive material, but that really doesn't make much of a difference. Charly is taking up the fight, armed only with his red bobble cap and his enormous glasses. Neither his uncle Jürgen (Jürgen Drews) nor the preacher (Harry Wijnvoord) (!) are of any help improving the average acting quality. Oh, and nor do they help in the struggle to free the girls. Finally, with Dolly Buster(!!) and Ramona Drews, maybe Charly can make it. I won't say since I don't want to spoil your 126min cinematographic experience, but trust me, it does not matter anyway.
Pudelmützenrambos fails on two levels: Being a good movie (we saw that one coming) but also being a good trash movie. Or, putting it another way: It tries to be funny by failing to be good and fails to do so.
Ed Wood might have been a bad director, but he had ambitions and a concept. This movie is just concatenated high school bull****. Plus, an excuse for Zander and Drews to sing their... well, I might call it music although this might as well be left open to discussion.
Mind-boggling to me was the fact that the entire crew seems to be well aware that their film is a blasphemy for anybody happy enough to have brain cells. And they seem to think they are cool by acting stupid. Wrong. They just remain stupid.
Take this movie not as evening enjoyment, but as a test for your soul. Fear not, my mind somehow remained unscathed. I will return to my tribe and tell them I have become a man and passed the initiation rite. God bless the king of Mallorca!
Watching it for the first time, alas, I failed after the first quarter of an hour. The spirit was strong, but human reasoning obliged me to stop - after all, I am a trash fan, not a masochist.
Maybe I wouldn't have touched it a second time, but fate had it that one of my friends needed distraction since her parents split up. And yes, mind blowing distraction it was.
A vampire (Frank Zander) controls some military guys and collects young girls to feed on them. He is not directly interacting with the rest of the "actors" since his appearance is based on archive material, but that really doesn't make much of a difference. Charly is taking up the fight, armed only with his red bobble cap and his enormous glasses. Neither his uncle Jürgen (Jürgen Drews) nor the preacher (Harry Wijnvoord) (!) are of any help improving the average acting quality. Oh, and nor do they help in the struggle to free the girls. Finally, with Dolly Buster(!!) and Ramona Drews, maybe Charly can make it. I won't say since I don't want to spoil your 126min cinematographic experience, but trust me, it does not matter anyway.
Pudelmützenrambos fails on two levels: Being a good movie (we saw that one coming) but also being a good trash movie. Or, putting it another way: It tries to be funny by failing to be good and fails to do so.
Ed Wood might have been a bad director, but he had ambitions and a concept. This movie is just concatenated high school bull****. Plus, an excuse for Zander and Drews to sing their... well, I might call it music although this might as well be left open to discussion.
Mind-boggling to me was the fact that the entire crew seems to be well aware that their film is a blasphemy for anybody happy enough to have brain cells. And they seem to think they are cool by acting stupid. Wrong. They just remain stupid.
Take this movie not as evening enjoyment, but as a test for your soul. Fear not, my mind somehow remained unscathed. I will return to my tribe and tell them I have become a man and passed the initiation rite. God bless the king of Mallorca!
