Lions
Gate | Review by Dan Taylor
What
to do, what to do, what to do?
Your boat has crashed on the
rocks just off shore and the seemingly-deserted
fishing village isn't deserted at all. In
fact, the creepy denizens all have the characteristics
of, um, fish people. Oh, and that gal you
brought to shore with you, well, she's disappeared.
So, what're you gonna do sport?
That's the quickie set-up
presented by Stuart Gordon (RE-ANIMATOR,
FROM BEYOND, need I say more?) in DAGON,
his latest dabble into the gross-out horror-fantasy
world inspired by HP Lovecraft. Part GILLIGAN'S
ISLAND, part NIGHT GALLERY and part relentless
horror ala THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE,
Gordon pulls out all the frickin' stops.
In fact, the last two-thirds
of this thing is like one long, gross chase
as Paul (the Jeffrey Combs-esque Ezra Godden)
faces the age old debate: die a painful
death at the hands of the fish-worshipping
skin-peelers or spend eternity making out
(and worse!) with the high fish priestess.
If I was Godden, I would demand more money
– he couldn't have been paid enough
for what he's put through!
For those who thought Gordon
had lost it with stuff like SPACE TRUCKERS
and THE WONDERFUL ICE CREAM SUIT, this shows
he's still got the game he brought to the
table in the underrated CASTLE
FREAK.
I for one am keeping my fingers
crossed for next year's KING OF THE ANTS.
