Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Home (not so) Sweet Home

Jake Seinfeld. Body By Jake? Big Brother Jake? Well, anyway, if by some chance you now who this bohemeth is, there's probably something you don't know. Our advice giving big brother, with a smile that barely fades his brow, was once an escaped mental patient, hyped up on LSD, ready and willing to slice and dice a family all set for Thanksgiving dinner. That's basically it.
To be totally honest, the premise is more believeable in reguards to slasher films - An ordinary, albeit muscled out man, dazed out on drugs, committing atrocities via car hoods, knives, and everything else he can find. He repeatedly giggles and laughs hysterically throughout the whole film, almost cohersing the viewer into cackling out loud at his absurd expressions. Nevertheless, being the slasher film completist I am, I have to like it, but I don't have to love it. While there's more trash out there that makes way for a more boring experience, this is still an amateurish attempt at cashing in on the slasher craze that hit America shortly after Carpenter's Halloween.
I'm not even going to try and explain it, but I'm going to mention it: White faced, portable guitar freak. If your curiosity is raised just a hair, join the masochists of the world and track down Home Sweet Home.

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