Dude Bro Party Massacre III (2015)
Starring Alec Owen, Patton Oswalt, Paul Prado
Directed by Tomm Jacobsen, Michael Rousselet, Jon Salmon
Over the course of any movie aficionado’s viewing “career,” if you will, there comes a few of those pieces of cinematic detritus that serve no other function than to make its audience scratch their heads and laugh their asses off, all the while attempting to process what they’ve been taking in. Well, ladies and gentlemen of the horror jury, allow me to introduce you to “Exhibit A,” but in this case, we’ll refer to it as Dude Bro Party Massacre III.
Directed by the triumvirate of Tomm Jacobsen, Michael Rousselet, and Jon Salmon, the movie presents itself in VHS-style format, as it was supposedly the final installment of a trilogy that was banned by President Reagan in the mid-80’s, and we the audience are the lucky recipients ONLY due to the fact that some pimply-faced kid recorded it off of his local cable channel… lucky us, indeed.
The look is exactly as you’d expect when you popped in a worn-down cassette that had been re-taped over multiple times, with graphic breaks and color fades aplenty. Alec Owen plays Bret Chirino, a man whose brother was murdered years ago at his fraternity by a lunatic called Motherface (yeesh), and his only way to uncover some information about the killing is to disguise himself as a fellow douchebag frat-boy. Cue naked women, beer-bashes, and dialogue that only the most refined cavemen would appreciate – just so everyone knows, the format of this movie was intended to look this way – just wanna put that out there. As the movie descends into a spiral of moronic actions and even more inane repartee overwhelms our eyes and ears, and only systematic interruptions of even cheesier 80’s commercials spaced in between the film act as a relief of sorts.
Patton Oswalt, comedian extraordinaire, is horrifically underused as a devil-worshipping police chief in a nonsensical side-plot, and as Motherface continues to hack and slash her way through uber-annoying college “bros,” you’ll most assuredly find yourself rooting for the villain here, and that I can be proud to assure you of. The college-killer premise, which was overbaked in the 80’s, is revisited with some minor kudos, and the gore (while low-level in display) is plentiful and should make the gorehounds mildly appeased. The main thing here is although this is listed as Part III, please don’t go looking for the other two films, as they don’t exist (thank heaven for small favors).
The presentation doesn’t try to set itself apart from the pack, but it doesn’t fall behind it either; the performances are goofy and seem well placed for a movie like this, and if you’re into low-budgeted campy slashers that will at times make you chuckle with disbelief, then by all means, attend this Dude Bro Party Massacre III. Me? I’ll stick to home studies, myself.