Watching "Massacrator"
is like being raped during a car crash. It's frantic, jarring and
violent, and in the end you feel very violated. I had every reason to
love Pierre Ayote's ode to Grindhouse silliness but instead I just
couldn't jibe with what was happening on-screen. Being a simultaneous
ode to everything from Grindhouse to science fiction we meet Massacrator,
a borg sent in to the present (or future?) to... kill a girl, I think.
After decapitating a few poor suckers, he makes his way to a young woman
who manages to get away just in time to avoid his super punch.
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How did he
know where she lived? Not important. Because Ayote moves the
film in to such a frantic and mind-numbing pace that it's
almost impossible to make out what's actually happening. So
the woman somehow resurrects Elvis who comes to the rescue
and takes on the killer borg. I know, that sentence makes no
sense, but the movie is pretty much a big bag of
senselessness. Ayote, obviously an Elvis fan, stages much of
the fight scenes between the killer robot and the king with
such a rattling choreography that it's almost impossible to
make out what's happening ninety percent of the time.
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While Ayote does
indeed seem to want to pay homage to Grindhouse, the movie
contradicts what the atmosphere brings to the screen. So while the
tone is that of a sleazy seventies actioner, the actual story is a
melange of fan boy references and homages to classic movies and pop
culture. Ayote seems to have the right grasp on the surreal, it's
just too bad it's lost in a haze of choppy editing, and shaky
direction that will assuredly induce a migraine or two.
I wanted to like "Massacrator,"
and by all accounts I should have, but in the end the shaky direction,
frantic pace and awfully nonsensical plot left me apathetic to
its appeal.
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