Drop Dead Sexy (2005)
If you love titties and you're into
necrophilia, then "Drop Dead Sexy" is the jack-off
film you have been waiting for. Imagine a black comedy
about two weird guys who dig up a dead strippers body
and the more retarded of the two begins to fall in
love with. Sounds like a humorous, edgy, interesting
dark comedy doesn't it? Now imagine that it is made
by fratboys and has all of the irony, edginess, perversity,
humor and intrigue ripped right out of it so that
all that is left is just some sort of violent, misogynistic,
sadistic, exploitative crap. Add a couple of extremely
disturbing, homophobic gay jokes and you've got a
movie that offends everyone. And not in a good way.
Not in the rebellious "question authority and normality"
way. But rather in the "I secretly really want to
rape women and gay bash fags" way. This is a disgusting,
revolting, bitter, vile and putrid film cloaked in
the sheep's clothing of a black comedy. The guy who
made it, Michael Philip, should immediately seek counseling.
The film stars Jason ("I'll degrade
myself on film in any way you desire for cash") Lee
and Crispin Glover. The latter is at least smart enough
to realize he is in a piece of dung and tries to be
as goofy and as quirky as possibly hoping to salvage
what remains of his cult career. I know you need money
to make your own movies Crispin, but you should be
ashamed of yourself for appearing in this trash. I
hope you got a fat paycheck because your image will
be permanently scared in most of your fans' eyes if
they ever have to sit through this disgusting crap.
Philip is a horrible director and
it is obvious in every frame of this film. There is
not a single interesting image here. Unless, of course,
you're the kind of guy who frequents titty bars where
the girls dress like Victoria's Secret models, or
you're idea of "hot" is fucking Melanie Griffith's
corpse. You can even see the sound girl in the mirror
in one of the shot's in Lee's mother's home. And Philip
seems incapable of pulling Glover back as well. The
actor insists on whistling his S's in his speech,
a "choice" that must have given the sound man permanent
back spasms from cringing so much during production.
Philip also choose the wrong lighting,
the wrong film stock, the wrong actors (Lee is never
a wise choice), the wrong plot and the wrong music.
The score for this film is about as typical and as
boring as the rest of it. And the film ends on a twist
with another "bad guy" is gay and has to die scenario
that became unacceptable and never done the minute
"Cruising" left theaters. You'd have to be a complete
drooling moron not to see that this was the wrong
way to go. To make a biker dude bad guy suddenly turn
into a homo who wants to kiss Crispin Glover and who
ends up having to take a bullet is just so obviously
a bad idea that I can't imagine why no one had the
common sense to bring it to the drooling moron...
I mean the director's attention. He must have been
cutting some fat lines and some fat paychecks.
I could go on and on about this
film but suffice it to say that there is only one
reason to see it: Crispin Glover does two scenes in
tighty whiteys. The rest of this film is the kind
of crap that even Skinamax, in its heyday would have
said a polite "No Thank You" to.
Notes:
Also with Pruiit Taylor Vince, Melissa
Keller, and Farrelly Brothers' fave Lin Shaye,
Filmed in and around Austin, Dallas
and Taylor, Texas.
Viewed at SXSW in March 2005.
