Starring The Black Devil Doll, Heather Murphy, Natasha Talonz, Christine Svendsen, Precious Cox, Ericka Branich, Martin Boone
Directed by Jonathan Lewis
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There’s a scene in Black Devil Doll in which our fearless anti-hero — a radical ex-Black Panther sentenced to death for the rape and murder of “15 Caucasian women” and brought back to life as a scumbag ventriloquist dummy who will stop at nothing to sate his politically-incorrect carvings — anally rapes a white suburban wannabe “rapper” … then tosses a handful of cigarettes on the guy’s still-warm corpse and mutters, “Now go buy yourself something pretty, punk.”
And, believe it or not, that’s not even the lowest level this film sinks to.
I’ve just been awarded the honor of being the first to see the finished flick, and also to write the first review … and it’s an honor indeed. Word’s been on the streets for what seems like years now. The anticipation is running high, just days before the film’s theatrical world premiere on April 17th at The New Beverly Theater. (I, unfortunately, will not be able to attend.) Everyone with half a brain to appreciate this sort of cinematic art wants to know: Does Black Devil Doll deliver the goods?
Or, on the other hand, don’t stay away. Those people should go see the film. I’ll be there, too, killing myself laughing while they’re all puking in the aisles.
Yep, this is a film made for US. Not THEM.
I’m giving Black Devil Doll the full five stabbies or whatever because to judge this movie by any traditional critical standard is to be completely fucked in the head, folks. It ain’t that kinda party. The name of the game is humor and shock value. And, really, any two-bit dumbfucks with a camcorder and a good knowledge of Richard Pryor can film any damn thing they want in the backyard these days and call it a “blaxploitation” movie — but these Lewis Brothers, they’re smarter than that. And a hell of a lot more fearless. For example, in the awesome opening titles sequence, which is guaranteed to blow away any naysayer preconceptions about how “flashy” this film may or may not be, our boys go so far as to call their opus “A Lewis Brothers Fiasco.” Not since Far Out Man, which was labeled “A Tommy Chong Attempt,” has a group of filmmakers been so painfully self aware … and they dish it up with both hands.
And I am so fucking PISSED I won’t be able to see it with an audience on Friday. It’s gonna blow the doors out of the theater.
This film was MADE to be seen in a dripping, shitty Grindhouse held together with paint and cockroach droppings — with lunatics jacking off in the corners and “pervs like us” choking on their beers in the front row. Me, I downed a sixer, watched the fucker, then went out, bought more beer, and watched it again. Movies like this make me real happy to be alive. Everyone else will need a hot shower and a barnacle scraper to extract themselves from the rancid sleaze. I promise. Fair warning. And FUCK YES!
5 out of 5
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