Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers (1988) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) and Tuna |
Sometimes
a grade-z tittie film is just a grade-z tittie film, but sometimes one
of these genre pictures manages to rise above its origins to become a
cult favorite. For Your Height Only is one of our favorite examples of
how imagination and a skewed sense of humor can produce some
entertainment from a limited budget. Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers is
another example.
Combining some bizarre humor with some dangerous stunts involving real chainsaws, this film is rarely forgotten by those who have seen it, and I have to admit that I laughed out loud several times, and actually thought "how did they do that?" a couple other times. Pretty impressive for a low budget flick. The producer-director, Fred Olen Ray, points out in the commentary that they never thought the film would attract much notice when they made it. It seemed to them at that time to be just another one of the quickies they churned out for the quick bucks, just like all the others in the half dozen per year that they made every year for many years. Ray has 61 films in his IMDb credit as a director, if "credit" is the correct word to use in this case. They have titles like "Bad Girls from Mars" and "Bikini Hoe-Down". He is not the type of guy who is ashamed of making bad movies. Like Lloyd Kaufman over at Troma, he takes pride in the sheer exuberant artlessness of his work. We have reviewed a few of his flicks here and there, like the humorless "straight" softcore, Over the Wire, and the cult film, Evil Toons. People who love b-movies tend to remember Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers as Fred's signature film, and he has actually been asked to present it at several film festivals. |
The basic premise is the usual detective noir staple: a private eye is hired to find a missing person, and ends up uncovering all sorts of sinister goings-on in the underbelly of Hollywood. You see, the missing teenage runaway (Linnea Quigley, in tremendous physical condition) has been captured by a cult of chainsaw worshippers. In fact, led by an Egyptian high priest, they worship Anubis, the ancient Egyptian chainsaw god. |
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The
detective muses on this in his narrative, "sometimes I have to
wonder if we let religious freedom go too far in this country,
or maybe we just need tougher immigration laws".
Maybe so. I don't know if any if the naturalization or immigration questionnaires are specifically designed to exclude chainsaw worshippers. I did enjoy their ceremony, however, in which they substituted motor oil for sacramental wine. At one point in the film they had to go out to a mini-mart to get more gas for their chainsaws, and the victim requested a cherry slushee. By the time our dick gets to the "temple", the cult members are having one of their most important human sacrifices. Mr. Detective ("being a dick is a 24 hour a day job") turns out to be the main sacrifice, and the teenage runaway has been designated to cut out his heart. But she has ... um ... a change of heart ... and decides to turn on the High Priest instead. Linnea then gets into a swordfight of sorts with Michelle Bauer, except they are using live chainsaws instead of swords. On the DVD extras, the women explain that the dueling chainsaws had special rubber hoses spinning around instead of real saw blades, but it sure looked realistic! At one point in the ceremony, Linnea actually performed a sexy dance, topless, but covered in body paint, waving around two operating chain saws, with gas fumes swirling around her. Linnea pointed out in the DVD interview that she began this dance by coming out of an Egyptian sarcophagus, and it was necessary for the chainsaws to be on before she came out. She almost passed out from the intensity of the fumes inside the tiny closed area. The sexy chainsaw dance and the chainsaw duel, together with the acerbic humor of the piece, make it a memorable film well worth watching for us b-movie connoisseurs. |
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And don't miss all the DVD extras, which are both funny and informative. Director Fred Olen Ray points out, in one of the special feature segments, that he spent much more time on this DVD edition than he actually spent making the crappy movie in the first place. The film was shot in two weekends with borrowed equipment that he picked up Friday after the real owners shut down their own filming for the weekend. He had to use every possible minute of time in order to have everything back to the owners by Monday morning. He saved time by getting their permission to film in their offices, so he didn't have to lose any time or hire any people for the purpose of transporting the equipment. In addition, that allowed him to pick up sets for free. He points out that the "Egyptian" cult had some Egyptian artifacts, but also plenty of Mayan, simply because that's what was lying around Let's see what Steven Frigging Spielberg can do for $58,000 and two weekends with borrowed equipment. Fred ain't exactly Spielberg, but this is a cool film, and the entire package is a cool DVD. |
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