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Ice Cream Man 1995 Color 84 minutes Rated R
Starring: Clint Howard, Justin Isfeld, Anndi McAfee
The happy jingle of the neighborhood ice cream truck turns into hell s bells as Gregory Tudor (Clint Howard) delivers torture, murder and mayhem with every scoop of rocky road. After witnessing the murder of his friend The Ice Cream King, Gregory grows up to become a demented ice cream man with mysterious frozen treats. No one is safe from the ice cream man in this pulse-pounding nightmare that s sure to leave you chilled to the bone.
Jack Frost 2 2000 Color 91 minutes Rated R
Starring: Christopher Allport, Eileen Seeley, Chip Heller
Jack, the chiller killer is back and he's mad as hell. An accidental lab experiment resurrected the evil snowman, but this time, the crystal killer can't be stopped by fire, bullets or even his worst enemy, chemical anti-freeze. With revenge on his mind, Jack sets out to finish off his nemesis, Sheriff Sam, who is vacationing on a Caribbean island. Sam's balmy paradise turns into a Winter Terrorland when Jack freezes the island and quickly ices everyone around him. No one can stop the chilling killing spree when Jack can travel as lethal liquid or fatal, frosty flakes. Just when you thawed it was safe to go back in the fridge...
Killer Tongue 1996 Color 98 minutes Rated R
Starring: Melinda Clarke, Jason Durr, Robert Englund
The incredible story begins in the New Mexico desert at the border of paranormal reality. An unlikely convergence of strange phenomenon spawns a creature with seductive feminine charms and gross mutations. With a parasitic alien inhabiting her monstrous body, Candy, the human host fights a losing battle with the beast until its secret grip can be broken. This shocking movie breaks all the rules of filmmaking and will stay with you forever... unless you can't stay with IT!
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"Ice Cream Man" is a tongue in cheek horror flick from director Paul Norman about frozen dairy products gone horribly awry. Starring the genuinely talented Clint Howard as Gregory Tudor, the film is not especially chilling. (No pun intended.) It is, however, peculiar and unique, scoring points for B-movie aficionados. Howard's performance here is totally over the top (which is interesting contrast given that a contemporary work of his was as an understated NASA flight controller in "Apollo 13.") The film works because of Howard's hammy interpretation of the character.
The plot is fairly generic: traumatized kid grows up to be a messed up adult, who goes on a major crime spree complete with gratuitous (if totally unconvincing) violence and gore. As a child Gregory witnessed a mob hit on the local "Ice Cream King," and has to be placed in the Wishing Well Hospital to help him recover from his emotional scarring. The expository dialogue ranges from the utterly contrived to hilarious puns and inside jokes. My favorite recurrent theme is from Gregory's doctor who keeps repeating the mantra "There are no bad days Gregory, only happy days." Obviously most of the young audience that this is intended for have no clue who Clint's brother is, or have ever heard of "Happy Days." Along the way there is plenty of padding and some ludicrous action: see Clint Howard dance (maybe it's better not to think too much about that,) see Clint knock over a huge display of paper towels in a dramatic flourish in a grocery store, see Clint perform an ice cream ritual in a cemetery, and much more. You get the idea. Numerous tried and true plot conventions are present and accounted for (parents don't listen to kids, etc.) while inept cops cannot solve this extremely obvious case. The real entertainment factor here relates to the hilarious and gratuitous casting decisions that never failed to amuse: while Clint is the clear star, the movie features luminaries such as Olivia Hussey (as a loopy nurse,) Doug Llewelyn (in an entertaining and brilliantly conceived cameo as a store manager,) and perfectly cast as the incompetent and irritating police detectives Lee Majors II and Jan-Michael Vincent (!) are always the last ones to understand what's going on. Before it's over even Steve Garvey shows up!
Ultimately, the collection of neighborhood children has to solve the case and take matters into their own hands with utterly predictable results. Not only is the conclusion perfectly obvious, so is the sequel bait. "Ice Cream Man" is a cookbook horror movie that's askew from the norm in its bizarre darkly comic details and references (the Pied Piper and very interesting puppetry chief among the eccentric directorial choices,) which makes it more enjoyable than a formulaic slasher flick. It's true that much of the acting is amateurish (except from Clint Howard, who is clearly having a ball chewing the scenery) and much of the script is uninspired, but what do you expect? It's a movie about an evil ice cream man made with a cast of children and Clint Howard. If you watch it for what it is, it's an amusing diversion and guilty pleasure for the B-movie fan in everyone.
"Jack Frost 2: Revenge of the Mutant Killer Snowman" is a film that also needs to be viewed in the spirit in which it was intended to achieve any kind of satisfaction for audience members. Let's get this out of the way first: it's not a horror film as much as it's an attempt at comedy, though the comedy is often meager and the production values are terrible. The concept is weaker than the original, and the acting and script are frequently poor. This is a film that, if it is to be enjoyed at all, must be viewed through the lens of the bad movie aficionado, preferably in the company of other B-movie lovers. Even then, though, this film can be a tough slog at times.
With subplots about talking carrots, fanged snowballs, shape-shifting water beings, and ice creatures that can't melt in the tropics, it's clear that this is shaky material, but it really falls down in the execution: the script is not funny, and the one-liners from the evil sentient snowman are less amusing than corny this time around. Director (and writer) Michael Cooney exploits water in all its forms (talking ice cubes, falling ice anvils, snowball waffles, etc.) to the maximum effect, but underlying the alleged hilarity is a concept that does not succeed on many levels. Here Christopher Allport is Sheriff Sam Tiler, haunted by his previous encounter with Jack Frost. In an attempt to escape his demons he takes his wife Anne (Eileen Seeley) and friends on a tropical vacation where evil talking snowmen couldn't possibly exist. Of course, you know that all is possible in B-movie comedy-dramas, and after some introductory experimentation, the melt-proof Jack Frost shows up to haunt the island. The rest of the movie revolves around defeating this indefatigable snowman (laser sighted super soakers full of antifreeze no longer hack it) and his evil snowball spawn. (The less said about the special effects, the better: the talking snowballs in particular are very challenging to take seriously as a threat, but this is comedy remember.) After much drama including the throwing of frying pans (really?) and vacuum cleaner theatrics, the CGI and puppet menace is vanquished (unless there is a "Jack Frost 3.")
This film looks relentlessly cheap, and the video quality is terrible; the net effect is tedium interspersed with a rare giggle. Perhaps some fans of the first movie will enjoy the sequel, but from concept to final production, this is strictly enjoyable only for camp value, and even that is pretty limited.
Director Alberto Sciamma's otherworldly "Killer Tongue" is a comedic horror movie like no other. Made in Spain (though set in the desert southwest of the United States) as "La Lengua Asesina," this freakshow is genuinely novel, and rarely fails to startle. The film opens with a ridiculous revelation ("It all started four years ago with a heist and a kiss...") to explain the motivations of the star, Candy (Melinda Clarke.) Candy is a bad girl, who with boyfriend Johnny (Jason Durr) commits a robbery. While he does the time for it and is taunted by no other than Elm Street's favorite spawn Robert Englund, Candy hides out in a convent. After a meteorite possesses a bowl of soup, Candy grows a ten foot long, murderous, talking tongue (with fingers!) that makes everyone's lives extremely difficult. Along the way fluorescent poodles are transmogrified in the most outlandish way imaginable, a most unexpected dance number materializes out of nowhere, we learn why it's a bad idea to iron your tongue, there's a gratuitous lesson in diaper folding, and there is lingual surgery performed by a sabre ("Hasta mañana, baby!") To reveal more would take away from the truly surreal onscreen vision: let's just say there's nothing else like it.
The film is by no means perfect; several of the performances are stilted, the image transfer itself is quite subpar, and the script is uneven. The special effects are technically not that amazing, but they work adequately for Sciamma's needs. For a comedy this is a bit gruesome; for a horror film it's a bit heavy-handed on the comedic scale. Overall it is very interesting and definitely worth a viewing for horror fans or fans of B-movies in general, though be prepared for occasionally unexpected sleaze and a plethora of grotesqueness along the way.