|Week 7: Lesbian Vampire Killers
||[Mar. 17th, 2009|05:21 pm]
Their sketch show has been roundly trashed but will James Corden and Mathew Horne score a hit with their big screen efforts? The next film up for discussion in The Independent Film Forum is Lesbian Vampire Killers.
A cult classic in the mould of Shaun of the Dead or a lifeless misogynistic vehicle for the two stars? Add your comments below and we'll print the best in the newspaper next week.
Here's a trailer...
The Independent's Anthony Quinn was certainly not a fan:
Oh dear. Loath as I am to kick a comedy duo when they're down, there's no plausible defence for this slapdash feature film by Mathew Horne and James Corden, any more than there is for their much-panned TV sketch show. A loveable pair of mates in Gavin and Stacey, here they have flagrantly overstretched their appeal, and now look in danger of becoming the Hale and Pace de nos jours... The comedy consists mostly in a lot of blokey swearing and Scooby-Doo-style running and gurning, the latter supplied by Paul McGann (above with Horne and Corden) as an exorcist vicar. It's pretty woeful, and unimaginably boring." The reviewer for Screen International wasn't terribly impressed:
"Lesbian Vampire Killers is so disappointing because there is such a strong tradition of British horror films and horror comedies (Carry On Screaming, Shaun Of The Dead etc) from which screenwriters Paul Hupfield and Stewart Williams might have drawn inspiration. Their lamentable script always settles for the easy comic options of profanity, bad taste and copious amounts of body fluids... Lesbian Vampire Killers is mercifully brief and easily forgotten. The fact that Corden and Horne didn't write the script may mean that they can avoid some of the blame for its inadequacies and make a further attempt at big screen success. On the other hand, you do have to question what they saw in the material in the first place."
Nor was the website, Eye for Film:
"Films rarely come as lowest common denominator as this reductive Hammer parody, where wit is replaced with endless knob jokes, and where there are far more mammaries than memories on offer."
Over to you. Time to have your say...
I can't see it threatening Spartacus or Goodfellas in terms of critical acclaim but in terms of Six degrees of separation I can do it in one.Acted wityh Myanna Buring (Chief Lesbian Vampiress?) at Bristol in Entremes de Cervantes.
|From: bobav |
2009-03-19 10:53 am (UTC)
Don't Tread on My Bicuspids!
Instead of worrying about the minor issue of misogyny, the movie Lesbian Vampires should be castigated for ignorance and polymorphic race hatred and androphobia! I know Lesbian Vampires, once more, I worship them. And these, sir, are no Lesbian Vampires!
How many times must I announce to the world that the Lesbian Vampire is our friend and only hope for saving our neighborhoods from the real threat, reborn Asian chucklehead Jews-for-Jesus? The Lesbian Vampires in my neighborhood have taken a lot of flack for their outfits, but really, they have been crucial in our efforts to wipe the streets clean of cuttlefish and the attendant slime and waste that has been proven to consist of 30 per cent antarctic ice melt.
I know, I know, there are those who would argue that the loss of a half dozen pet cats and schnauzers over the course of three weeks is nothing to be winked at (or ground up in a Lesbian Vampire Smoothie) but to those naysayers I put this burning query: Do you prefer a country full of toothy scantily dressed child killers or one that is fully cleansed of fleas, ticks and pants that hang down to your proboscus?
All Hail the Lesbian Vampires! Let us make room for them in our schools and libraries; let us bring them home to our elderly bedridden least favorite relatives! Let us provide them beds and needles! Beds and Needles! And that snotty kid, the Smythe's boy.... let's throw him in for good measure!
|From: rikkirivett |
2009-03-19 04:07 pm (UTC)
lifeless misogynistic vehicle is about right
...the lashings of style flavour enhancer don't make up for the lack of nutritious wit, I'm afraid
Why? Why bother make this film? Will it even make money? It's just such lazy cut-price British film mediocrity. Much of the success of Gavin & Stacey was down to how charming and likeable the characters and the show is. Corden and Horne are trying to cash in on that goodwill here but with their perfomrances and the writing just phones it in. There's no charm and nothing to like. It's cheap and crass and plain bad. Where's the ambition? Why just pander to the lowest common denominator? Surely all involved were capable of something more than a film title they thought would look good on a poster... Or perhaps they weren't. As with Corden and Horne's dismal sketch show, perhaps they've run out of charm and luck.
Ok, so it's not really good film but I found it funny. It's no where near Shaun of the Dead and will never get any of those cult classic labels, but still it's fun. You could probably wait for the dvd thoug... There's a few laughs there though - it's the sort of film to watch when you're hungover on Sunday afternoon and you don't want to watch any more reruns of Shipwrecked on E4. It's not Corden's finest hour but he's still a funny actor and I enjoyed him in this.
Yes indeed, a lifeless misogynist vehicle. If it wasn't so pointless and silly it might be offensive, but it's just puerile and adolescent. A film version of Nuts magazine. Such a waste of time. Few gags, poor writing, lazy acting and visually uninteresting. Will it even do well at the box office in the face of similar asinine efforts from Hollywood? I suspect Paul Blart: Mall Cop will wipe the floor with it, even with LBK's "big name" actors.