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February 2001

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In this issue:    Ash reviews EVIL GIFT 4!    Batturtle loves to hate BATTLESTAR EARTHSHIP TROOPERS GALACTICA!    SURVIVOR brings the world to an untimely END!    PLUS: Eeyore breaks his TV!    And actual feedback from some real READERS!    ALSO: the CULT PICK returns!
 
 
CULT PICK O' THE MONTH!: Cannibal Ferox *****
Ash

 
Finally, an Italian cannibal movie that raises some real social issues. It's been a while since genital mutilation has been imbued with implicit significance, but Cannibal Ferox (aka Make Them Die Slowly) bucks the trend and turns what is usually a popcorn-eating, summer blockbuster genre into an insightful social commentary. Starring a bunch of people you've never heard of and directed by a guy you'll hopefully never hear of again, Ferox takes the Italian cannibal genre in exciting new directions, like brain-eating and eye-gouging. The plot follows three 'Americans' (i.e. blond Italians) who travel to the Amazon rainforest in order to cure those nasty genital sores by having their bits and pieces eaten by mud-smeared savages. Along the way, they encounter some more fodder in the form of two drug dealers who have inadvertently slighted the natives' unholy pagan god merely by raping and killing a few of the village women. The natives return the favour by systematically dispatching the Americans in various grisly ways, including dismemberment and the aforementioned brain-eating, which is accomplished via an ingenious device similar in design to a guillotine tipped on its side. It seems those natives are not quite as backward as everyone thought. Granted, they still haven't invented clothes, or pre-cooked bacon, so they can't be all that bright. It is during these systematic attacks that the general theme of the film is voiced by one of the characters, who rather pointedly asks whether the white man is in fact the true savage, for it is the white man who has driven the natives to such barbarity. Well, in a word, no. Not at all. For despite all the wars, environmental destruction and Reality TV perpetrated by Western Civilization, I have yet to meet anyone outside of my immediate family with a brain-eating machine. And as for myself, I may not be a particularly pleasant human being, and I would hesitate to call myself 'civilized' in any sense of the word, but I haven't strung a girl up by a meat hook jabbed through her bazoongas since I was a kid, something the natives in this film are unable to claim. But despite its misplaced social commentary, Ferox still manages to be a powerful and entertaining film, based entirely on the fact that the genital feast ranks among the top five castration scenes in film history. The fact that there even are five castration scenes to rank makes me wonder if perhaps there is a little truth to the film's thesis, which in turn forces me to question society in general. For example, who is the true criminal, the hobo who breaks into my house and steals my VCR for Listerine money, or me, for not giving him a quarter just because he smells like a bag of month-old hamburger meat? And also kicking him. Twice. And who is the true deviant, the person who produces cheerleader/donkey porn, or me, for downloading it and using it for title pages on my midterms? As you can see, the questions never stop, nor do they stop incriminating me, but before you judge me too harshly, remember this: who is worse, me for writing this drivel, or you for reading it? That's what I thought.





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