Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Frankenhooker (1990)



Okay, so I realize it's a little bit weird to review 1. not only my favorite movie, but 2. one ov the best movies ov ALL TIME. But, I validate this by assuming most people (like you, with impeccable taste) haven't seen this classic piece o' cinematography just yet. That's okay, it will wait (patiently) for you.

To summarize the plot, a scientist-type guy has this party where he's showing off his new remote-controlled lawnmower... Well, the party turns tragic and the love ov his life, his lovely wife, gets shredded like so many chickens at Tacos Al Carbon. Being the intrepid scientist that he is, he manages to save the head in a freezer with hopes ov one day finding a replacement body to reanimate his beloved with. Awwwwwwwwwwww.

But where does one find a body? Especially one that no one will be like, "Hey, where'd that body go?" about. Without giving away too much, he uses his science brain to come up with a plan and a formula for crack cocaine that is fatal when smoked, to be smoked by a prostitute who would then die and unwillingly donate her body to "science". 2 problems: the poison crack was so powerful it makes the smoker EXPLODE, and how does one narrow down which prostitute's body one wishes to bestow upon one's most beloved decapitated corpse? Well, as you can imagine, the answer to these conundrums delivers plenty hilarity and more, and results in one ov the best lines in cinema history, when the broker ov said prostitutes comes to the place where they were being "evaluated" and says very tenderly:

"I HAVE COME FOR MY BITCHES."

I shan't give away anymore, save to say that the odyssey is worth joining for the heartwarming conclusion, and naturally, all the laughs along the way. Highest recommendations.

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