Written and directed and starring Tom DeNucci. Also stars Eric Roberts, Michael Berryman and Jonathan Silverman.
Plot: a self storage night watchmen invites some of his friends over to party not realizing that his boss is a psychopathic killer
First of all, it is very rare that we come across a movie directed by, written by and starring the same person and find it to be a fantastic film. Unfortunately, this one is no better. I don’t know Eric Roberts or Jonathan Silverman, but I can say – without a doubt – that Michael Berryman is too good for this movie.
Second of all, we do not like opening sequences that go on far, far, far too long and contain 16 different scenes of the director/writer/star hitting the bong. We Get It!! He’s a pothead. There’s going to be drugs in this movie. Most likely a party scene – or seven. He doesn’t manage to keep us engaged in what’s going on in the movie (ie. party, drugs, death, party, drugs, drugs, drugs, death – repeat). He doesn’t give us a back story for any of the friends he invites over, so we don’t really give a shit when they die. And although we pretty much knew this movie wasn’t going to get a high score, he totally FUCKED the ending. I mean, she’s got a scar now? She’s scarred? SHE HAS A SCAR?!!! Are you kidding me?!!
To completely understand my frustration you would have to watch this trash, but I don’t recommend it. However, to give it some points, it was funny every once in a while. Also, for such a low budget I-did-everything-by-myself movie, the effects weren’t all that horrible. Some bodies get cut up and they look quite realistic and quite disgusting.
Little side note about where me and DJ are mentally – a guy’s knee gets cut open and it looks fantastic and we’re laughing and chatting about how impressed we are. But then some character pukes on the ground and we shudder. Cause puke is just nasty.
We do not recommend this. At all. We only gave it a 16/100. As far as we can tell though, no one else recommends this movie either, so watch at your own risk. Or watch Storage 24 instead. Much better movie.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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