Machined (2006) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Machined is a grunge-horror wannabe that was made with an ultra-low budget, and a strange conception of lighting. Do you remember how indoor home movies were made back in the fifties and sixties? Basically, some very intense track lighting would be directed on the subject. If the room itself was quite dark, the film would look like a harshly-lit person or persons standing in front of a black background, similar to an actor standing in a bright spotlight on a blacked-out stage. This film cultivates that same look with digital video (I guess it was intentional), using unlit rooms and spotlight-style lighting. Hey, when you have no money, you have to improvise to give a film any unique pizzazz. The story is about a fat, bald, hairy mechanic who lives in a cluttered garage in a remote desert. His name is Motor Man Dan, and he's a collector of serial murderer memorabilia. Apparently Motor Woman Mom threw out his baseball cards. Having raised the collection to its practical limit, he dreams of the ultimate acquisition - an actual serial murderer. Realizing that he can't just obtain one, and being a technophile, he decides to make one instead. He kidnaps an accident victim and "repairs" him with machine parts. More technology turns the victim into Dan's robo-killer. Assuming you buy into that, you can deduce how Dan uses his new toy. Since he collects serial killer memorabilia, and this guy is not yet a serial killer, ergo ... This is a very unpleasant film in many ways, as you might expect from the description and the zero budget, and yet it accomplishes a lot of what it hopes for. Although the pace sometimes slows to a crawl, it is creepy and disgusting, and might leave you feeling that you have to vomit. And I don't mean in the sense that Glitter makes you want to vomit. Machined is genuinely nas-tay and that is, after all, the effect it was going for. To begin with, the guy who plays Motor Man Dan is a truly gross individual, reminiscent of the once-famous wrestler George "The Animal" Steele. Dan inhabits a gruesome atmosphere marked by flickering lights in otherwise stygian darkness, clutter, his ominous rusted-out technology, scary music, and the ubiquitous buzzing and crackling of electrical shorts. Surprisingly, the violence isn't very explicit. You'd think the premise would lead to a gorehound's delight, but basically the victims get bound and then stabbed from behind. There is some messy bleeding, but no exposed internal organs, not much shown on camera. (Budget constraints, I guess.) While the film is not worth a recommendation, it does show that the auteur has some potential. If writer/director Craig McMahon had had a few bucks at his disposal, he might have created a grungy cult classic like Saw. As is, it's a macabre straight-to-video curiosity. |
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