Another movie with the acting talent undermined by poor script writing. Shockheaded’s director, Eric Thornett, may be a decent film director but his script writing allows for serious storyline flaws. On a “B” budget allowances can be made for less spectacular special effects and limited setting, but poor writing thrown in, is not supportable. The polished performances of Jason Wauer, as Noble, a man living on the proverbial edge of perceptual reality (yet capable of exceeding heroic expectation,) and the supporting roles played by Debbie Rochon and Peter Smak certainly deserve better. Ms. Rochon combines animal attraction, beauty and sinister air with the best of them.
Many of the elements that play seemingly pivotal focus in the film simply are not explained by the action as to just what their bearing is on the storyline or how intended they might be in enhancing mood, setting or even surreal extensions. For instance, the point of promoting a particular mask as significant or why wagging a severed head around has value to our hero. Why bill collecting muscle men so easily accept murdering as a sideline to collateral damage and how our hero can decide not to go down from a vast number of mortal wounds. There could be “supposed” reasons… but the script doesn’t reveal them. Wouldn’t cost much, a letter could come out of nowhere (the same as notes to Noble keep popping up under his door,) explaining his protection by some benevolent entity or another or that just he’s wearing some kind of bullet-proof vest fixed up with phony blood splatter. But no, the sound effects (some very good) and the interesting symbolism of daisy wallpaper and illusion, one guesses, is supposed to compensate. Well, it doesn’t.
Of course, as our heroic Noble insists, a snuff film to be shared world-wide on a pirated broadcast is asking for it…it being all authority after your behind until it’s packaged as luncheon meat. But that’s dismissed with a shrug too.
This reviewer could go on, but he mercifully won’t. Except to say the cast was up to the mark, and three performances went over it. And the director needs to either give up script writing or go back to playwright school.
No actual nudity, language not too bad, and in summation, more horrible than horrorful.