Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Gingerdead Man 3: Saturday Night Cleaver (2011) - Review
I'll give Gingerdead Man 3 this: it has a really awesome subtitle. Seriously, Saturday Night Cleaver is one of those groaningly hilarious bad horror titles (much like the subtitle to part two of the same series: Passion of the Crust). And...well, that's about it. It's kind of sad, but the praise pretty much ends right there.
Having not seen the first two Gingerdead Man films puts me at a disadvantage. I mean, how can I expect to appreciate this great character without seeing the two predecessors that no doubt elaborate on his nuanced and varied personality? OK, fine, all he does is make bad jokes and kill people; sort of like Freddy Krueger as written by an eight year old.
The plot, which starts as a pretty bad parody of Silence of the Lambs, involves Gingerdead Man time traveling back to the 70s where he kills a bunch of people at a roller rink. While this does sound kind of funny on paper, it's definitely being played for comedy, which kind of makes it less funny. I'm all for self-awareness, but the whole movie is practically screaming "Please! Please laugh at me, for the love of God!" and it really kills any enjoyment. It's far above SyFy levels of self-awareness; the movie's tongue is so in cheek that it's down its own throat.
And that's pretty much all there is to say about it. I mean, what else can you say about a movie called Gingerdead Man 3: Saturday Night Cleaver? Everything in the movie is awful, from the actors, to the horribly unfunny script, to the effects that look like they were done in MS Paint. It's really bad, it knows it's really bad, and it doesn't even care.