Hot Chicks with Chainsaws

So we're starting a new thing today. Bad Movie Review Friday, we'll call it. Anyhow what we're going to do is every Friday we're each going to watch a B-movie, perhaps while drunk, perhaps not, and we're going to write up a review about it. We're also going to use a lot of passive voice. If it works for James Patterson then it can work for us.

So with that being said, I didn't watch a bad movie last night. I stayed up until the wee hours watching old Willie Nelson videos on Youtube and searching vainly for really nasty clown porn. Since I'm still on this kick I'll talk about a movie I've already seen and post a half-assed movie review and call it good.

Because that's what life is about, disappointment. And humping stuff.

Anyhow the inaugural Bad Movie Friday flick is a little gem called Chainsaw Sally. I might even go so far as to call it a modern classic. You have all the archetypal slasher horror elements; unbalanced murderer, unlikeable victims, inventive ways to disembowel folks, and a high school revenge fantasy story line. What makes it work is, this movie's fun, all the way through. 

The titular character, Sally, is by day an unassuming librarian. At night, however, she becomes a power-tool wearing sexpot superhero, protecting her little gay brother from people she deems "bad." See, when our heroes were children, they watched their family get murdered by a gang of vagrants. Sally, while certifiably insane, is human, and you find yourself rooting for her. 

Not that you don't usually find yourself rooting for the killer in every other slasher movie ever made, but that's mostly because horror movie victim types tend to be paper thin jerkoffs you don't give a shit about anyway.

I lost my train of thought. Anyhow Chainsaw Sally is grand. Go check it out.