Lives there a man with soul so dead as to not be amused by Infested? Yes, perhaps a humorless, irony-challenged, insipid Aschcroftian Puritanical yuppie somewhere can't respond to this homage/trashing of several different genres. But for the rest of us, what's not to like?
Infested brilliantly deconstructs the cosmic bogosity of Yuppie-Angst Cinema, while remaining true to the highest principles of the B movie, i.e., "Anyone can die at any time!" And they're especially likely to die if they have sexual thoughts or make the mistake of emphasizing their vulnerability by appearing nude. And, when Infested, they die in such interesting, well-deserved and filmically unprecedented ways.
There's great stuff in this picture: the greatest eulogy ever given on film (Bar none!) excellent babeage, hilarious music, effects which span the spectrum from nauseatingly real to brilliantly cheesy, apt cultural references to Kierkegaard, Presidential politics, and Power Puff Girls, and the omnipresence of wit, both broad and dry, in every scene.
They Do make 'em like this nowadays, when we're lucky. May they keep on.
Infested brilliantly deconstructs the cosmic bogosity of Yuppie-Angst Cinema, while remaining true to the highest principles of the B movie, i.e., "Anyone can die at any time!" And they're especially likely to die if they have sexual thoughts or make the mistake of emphasizing their vulnerability by appearing nude. And, when Infested, they die in such interesting, well-deserved and filmically unprecedented ways.
There's great stuff in this picture: the greatest eulogy ever given on film (Bar none!) excellent babeage, hilarious music, effects which span the spectrum from nauseatingly real to brilliantly cheesy, apt cultural references to Kierkegaard, Presidential politics, and Power Puff Girls, and the omnipresence of wit, both broad and dry, in every scene.
They Do make 'em like this nowadays, when we're lucky. May they keep on.