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Director: Jon McBride
Starring: Kim Bailey, Tom Casiello, Denice Edeal, Jon McBride, Patricia McBride, Screenplay: Jon McBride Music: Tony Diliberti, Michael O'Keefe, David Toy
Tagline: How much flesh would a Woodchipper chip, if a Woodchipper could chip flesh?
Country: USA |
Original tagline: How much flesh would a woodchipper chip, if a woodchipper could chip flesh?
But really, I'll have a go at a new tagline. What about: How much shit could a movie suck if a movie could suck shit?
When their father leaves on a work-related trip, his three abominations, squawky Denice, big-headed, bespectacled Tommy and geeky John are left in the care of their self-righteous Aunt Tess. But when Tess decides a hunting knife that little Tommy has received in the post is not something appropriate for a little brat, a tussle ensues and poor Aunt Tess is accidentally skewered on the kitchen floor. Worried they will get in trouble, the dumb-assed trio decide to carve up the body, freeze the parts then grind up the offal in ye olde woodchipper. But when their sleazy cousin comes looking for his mama they realise that another body might have to be fed through the woodchipper to cover their tracks.
After receiving a level of cult notoriety for his gut-munching Cannibal Campout, John (or Jon depending on which source you choose to adopt) McBride picked up his video camera again, pointed it in the direction of his family and friends - who seemingly lack any dignity whatsoever - and gave them a godawful script, then yelled action.
Shouting their lines as if they were all deaf, Denice, Tommy, John, Aunt Tess and later cousin Kim are possibly the most irritating characters ever committed to video tape. Denice has a voice as about endearing as cat claws sliding down a chalkboard, while Tommy has a smart-alecky manner that makes you want to pick up his scrawny, over-sized red-headed body and push it face first into the woodchipper. John is about as effectual as a kick in the nuts and Aunt Tess (John McBride's mother, Patricia McBride) is thoughtfully redeemed when her body parts are ground into splintery bits. Oh…and Cousin Kim. He spits when he talks and you just know he has skid marks in his boxer shorts.
The point-and-shoot camera angles, press-pause-on-the-camera editing and overly long fade-outs are true bargain-basement stuff. But as diabolical as the film sounds, it does have a smirky, redneck quality that will raise a chuckle in those amused by intellectually challenged people who crap their pants in public and clap and speak at the same time.
Shot at John McBride's house in Ridgefield, Connecticut on an alleged $400 budget, Woodchipper Massacre is a minor triumph of marketing over mediocrity. The original VHS (and now DVD) cover art promises a brutal film drenched in blood-spattered nastiness, but what it actually delivers is an unfunny, half-baked allegory about the disintegration of a white-trash, suburban family. |