Chillerama (2011)

“Chillerama” feels like yet another production from the indie underground circuit that looks like it was so much fun to make. Everyone had a lot of laughs, the scripts were probably riots, and the directors joint efforts probably elicited a lot of pats on the backs. But when you see “Chillerama” you begin to realize that it was much more fun to make than it is to watch. I like Adam Green, I enjoy throwbacks to drive-in cinema, and I adore anthologies, but “Chillerama” is a swing and total miss for the directors whose entire project is summed up by bad sex jokes, flat dialogue, and poor effects.

All the while being a blatant excuse to squeeze the director’s aspiring actress girlfriends in the productions in one form or another. And trust me, there are plenty out there. All I can say is that the directors behind this film are better than this. Especially Adam Green. Here’s a man who has enormous talent in the genre field and keeps relegating himself to menial horror productions like the “Hatchet” series and “Chillerama.” Deep down it’s nice to see someone stick to their roots, but don’t let it drag you down either. “Chillerama” shoves its premise down our throats consistently and is basically centered around juvenile sexual humor that is never funny, even when it’s trying hard to convince us that it is.

The buffers in between the mini-features is also filled with cameos from director’s friends and people they know, with none of the spice of the drive in experience and zero entertainment value. I literally cared for none of the individuals in these cars, nor did I want to know how the zombie sub-plot progressed in the least. The first segment “Wadzilla” is a goofy and utterly flat horror comedy throwback to the classic monster movies that basically shows what happens when a man’s monstrous semen goes on a rampage across the city. Ultimately disgusting and rather tedious, “Wadzilla” takes a golden opportunity and wastes it rather well on perfunctory special effects and performances that leave so much to be desired.

The second segment is slightly better and more clever as it full on satirizes “The Lost Boys” by tackling the homoerotic innuendo head on trading clean shaven vampires for werewolf bears who attack their victims through vicious anal raping and molestation. The musical story focuses on character Ricky who is trying to come to terms with his blossoming homosexuality as a brood of biker werebears seduce and entice him. The music is horrible and the acting is over the top, all the while the premise loses steam after the viewer notices the director spoofing “The Lost Boys” almost word for word. “The Diary of Anne Frankenstein” is a mostly ridiculous parody of Anne Frank and Frankenstein where in Hitler creates a Jewish monster for his bidding.

Basically it’s thirty minutes of actors pretending to speak German in garbled baby talk all while improvising their performances and little else. It’s bland and horribly directed. “Zom B Movie” is a meta-segment that takes the drive-in segments and injects the characters in to a harrowing confrontation with sex hungry zombies. It’s one of the more entertaining of the foursome and has a cute wink to the audience in the sense that the characters are aware they’re in a movie, but it doesn’t salvage an otherwise exhausting experience. Two hours of four segments all of which are comprised of sex jokes is a lot to ask from a horror audience. Even the most open minded viewer will find it tough to sit through this chore of a horror outing that was probably filled with collective pats on the back and circle jerks, none of which result in a great movie. It’s a shame, I really wanted to love this.