...and, pretty much, "It does," despite its probable best of intentions. Writer/director/co-star, Rob "Phil the Alien" Stefaniuk, has simply bitten off far more than he or his co-star, Jessica "Wicker Park" Paré , are able to chew, let alone digest. Despite the presence of rock'n'roll notables like Alice Cooper (and daughter, Calico), Iggy Pop, Carole (Rough Trade) Pope, Henry Rollins, Moby, Alex Lifeson, and comedian, Dave "The Kids in the Hall" Foley, along with yet another paycheck-grabbing appearance by Malcolm "Cat People" McDowell, this purported rock'n'roll horror comedy is virtually bereft of horror, sadly emasculated vis-a-vis rock'n'roll (most of the music is lame in the extreme), and at best mediocre in terms of comedy. Mr. Stefaniuk is a likable enough whitebread lead, and Ms. Paré shows promise; in fact, I don't particularly fault the acting at all. It's the script & storytelling that fall flat on their face. The album cover homages are mildly amusing, the lampooning of Coppola's "Dracula" is briefly quaint, but the piece in its entirety lacks focus and tension. It feels like loosely linked skits and bits, utterly unsatisfying. Back to the drawing board, Mr. S. Putting a bunch of "names" into your cast does not a movie make.
I've actually rated this a point lower than it likely deserves, mostly because it seemingly promised so much and failed to deliver. I'll make special mention of the horrendous casting of the ostensible "bad guy," whose coiffure totally destroys any sense of menace or majesty he is otherwise meant to convey. Late-night boredom viewing only, and preferably as cheaply as possible.
I've actually rated this a point lower than it likely deserves, mostly because it seemingly promised so much and failed to deliver. I'll make special mention of the horrendous casting of the ostensible "bad guy," whose coiffure totally destroys any sense of menace or majesty he is otherwise meant to convey. Late-night boredom viewing only, and preferably as cheaply as possible.