by Bob Freville Trying to get a film off the ground can be a particularly Sisyphean task and, as French philosopher Albert Camus once famously said, “You think I could bum a dollar or a smoke? C’mon, man, I’m good for it.” Making movies isn’t for the weak of resolve, but it may be for
Read Part I here. A figure in a giant bunny mask murders the wicked with whatever implement is at hand, sending them to the Lord at the wrong end of a broomstick or the working end of a power drill. When the masked avenger’s not slaughtering the damned, it’s defending a damaged young man
By Bob Freville A stoner med student receives a knock on his dorm room door. When he opens it a lanky woman, butt naked, stands before him, her pert nipples staring at him. This temptress wants to fuck and who’s this pipsqueak to say no? The med student invites her in and they get right
By Bob Freville The following review originally appeared in Kotori Magazine on June 27th, 2010. It is included here as part of our Films That Fell Through the Cracks column due to its relative obscurity. Like many of director Chad Ferrin’s delightfully warped grindhouse features, it has not been given the attention it deserves. Easter Bunny Kill!
