Director: Matt O’Mahoney
Runtime 85 minutes
Junk Food Pictures/Fusion/Art Sploitation Films
In short Travis Warner (played by Adam Boys) is a comic book artist who doesn’t err on the side of political correctness in the slightest (thank ye Gods!). Within his creations are characters that strangely inspire, take for example ‘Homo Dynamis’ a warrior that wrecks vengeance on all who vehemently disagree with the homosexual way of life. Rather than hand out information laden pamphlets he chooses instead to ‘fight the fight’ literally gung ho style with no regard for those responsible for cleaning up various “human waste” detritus. Suffice it to say Travis’s pen and ink creations (most within the pages of Vulgarian Invasions) are saturated in crimson, intestines, bad taste and vomit a gallows humor aficionados wet dream to be blunt.
One such comic finds its way (by virtue of a mugging) into the hands of a local crime boss, Leonard Fong, who happens to specialize in illegal pesticides (in particular the more than highly effective “Fright the Mouse”), financing a plethora of corrupt officials (one an American cop who likes to violate and disappoint ‘street walkers’) and hiring lawyers who could sell truck- loads of ice to an Eskimo.
Ironically Travis’s discarded hand is soon reincarnated by a substance manufactured by the same goon responsible for its current predicament. Hilarity ensues when the two are reunited. Utilizing a text-to-speech program the disembodied hand causes Travis more than a headache (get back to work you little bitch), unfathomable levels of stress, withdraw symptoms and his new prosthetic crippling damage by way of an impromptu impalement. The brief spat in the hospital has left Travis disillusioned as to the direction his life and art should take, obviously he fears for his life based upon his recent ‘situation’. The hand (I should probably just give it a name at this point) however has other ideas in mind. As the adage goes Hell have no fury… I’ll change ‘Women’ to ‘Hand’ at this point and you might see where this is eventually headed.
Meanwhile Travis’s friend Amy, a journalist, (portrayed by Gabrielle Giraud) has encountered a spot of bother as she too tangles with Mr. Fong, his nefarious business dealings and her excitement as she battles to bring them all to light.
The placement of these scenes, the assorted characters and lurid scenarios therein only rockets the adult humor content of his film (this isn’t a feature for the kiddies let’s get this straight!) to stellar levels. Not to mention too many spoilers but it seems only right to mention it is here that one of Travis’s creations comes to life, enter ‘Homo-Dynamis’ a character whose entry and actions are heralded by a digital synth soundtrack befitting a Carperter-esque film released over thirty years ago (namely Escape From New York). This person, garbed in gladiator wear complete with helmet but sadly no trident, steals every scene he’s in, obviously a huge feat when the hand (still no name) is also present but his dialogue is priceless harkening back to the age of Barbarians, quest’s of vengeance, and rivers of spilt blood, etc, etc so on and so forth.
The FX from this moment on are gloriously over the top bringing to mind Street Trash and other low budget gross out fests from the golden age of splatter – the 80’s. There’s even a nod to Bad Taste but instead of hammers with attached limbs the producers chose instead ninja stars and uhh...I won’t spoil this!
As the tagline states… Nobody has the right to not be offended. This movie certainly pushes at a multitude of boundaries and for that I applaud it.
Admittedly this isn’t meant for everyone more for those with an open mind and a penchant for the being able to laugh at every mundane aspect of life, those moments that many seek to take advantage of to garner five minutes of fame in the worst way possible by shutting down someone else’s inherent freedoms of expression.
Chock full of moments that will leave a viewer entertained for weeks, lines that are so far removed from decency as to make someone as jaded as yours truly smirk and it’s vivid bold-as-a-screaming-neon-sign opinion on the realm of censorship and sticking to one’s originality and ideals no matter the cost (premises that should make everyone in the ‘Indy’ industry applaud) Bloody Knuckles IMO is a film that cannot be missed. A treat for the senses, a feature that I’ll gladly recommend to anyone regardless of their sensibilities and a film that far surpassed my expectations.
Laughs pulled from the very depths of depravity, deviant silliness, great dialogue, a little romance, lots of beer, cosmic karma and a disembodied hand with attitude on a quest. What more could you ask for...well perhaps a giant in leathers with only deepest, darkest, revenge at the forefront of his mind. It’s all here!
What are you waiting for?
Seek this masterpiece out.