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Summary: Even Betty Crocker Never Tasted So Good!
Review: The Undertaker and his Pals, an unsung B-movie heavily hinging the horrific with huge helpings of comedic relief, was something of a joy to watch. In fact, everyone I've showed it to thusfar - myself included - has found most of it, with the exception of the occasionally overdrawn chase scene or the moments when we have too much of driving cars/roving motorcycles, utterly intoxicating. I personally liked the move because it doesn't try to hide the facts within a cheaply insulting plot, opting instead to have fun with the concepts themselves and not with the frustration of the viewer. Our tale begins with three bikers as they begin a reign of terror, one starting with them randomly locating the name of a potential victim in a phone book lovingly supplied in their friendly neighborhood telephone booth. There they locate the name of a Ms. Lamb, cruise on over to her home in their less-than-suspicious bikerwear (leather jacket, helmet, goggles, and cute little iron-on skull-and-crossbone insignias), and promptly being mutilating - I mean operating, keeping the legs and leaving the rest. Cut to our main character, a detective that lives to love the ladies, and his secretary as they go to the local diner, The Greasy Spoon, run by the illustrious Doc and Spike. The Detective decides to order the special of the day, leg of lamb, as his spicy secretary, Ms. Poultry, gets rude with Spike. Then, as another insult, the detective refuses to try the lamb, telling Spike that he's not sure what they're trying to pass off on their customers, while Ms. Poultry threatens to call the health department before the two depart. This, of course, leads to a new specialty item, breast of chicken, later on. Over the course of the movie we also learn about the Undertaker, Spike and Docs, friend, and his shady practices, the reason that Doc was kicked out of medical school, why women shouldn't hang out with detectives if they value their lives, how meals our named to add a little sarcasm to the killing and grilling business, and that the local police department/detectives in this movie are obviously as responsible, through bumbling, for the murders as the killers themselves. The only unfortunate that the DVD has to offer is its quality, something I would have liked a bit more of, but asking that of a cheaper movie is asking a lot. Besides, it isn't too terrible and the movie itself, rolling punchlines through a veritable valley of gore, makes this issue only a small nuisance during an otherwise overly enjoyable experience.
Rating:
Summary: When heroin addicts get a camera and a budget
Review: This is without a doubt the dumbest hour I ever spent, and I loved every minute. Who couldn't love the humble undertaker, he's just trying to make a living and no one wants extras these days. This film works on many levels and has so much social, entertainment, and educational value, I don't know where to begin. Check out the awful sound sinc when the chick fires the gun out the window. She fires twice, then you hear two bangs, THEN she thrusts her hips twice. Classic. The undertaker loses his license plate, gets wounded and is about to be dumped in acid, when suddenly he helps Doc kill Mort in the acid. Did anyone catch this? Why did they do this? How did the undertaker survuve a jump off a six story building and walk away without a scratch? How did the undertaker take a leap at Thursday from two feet away and miss? She didn't even move! What happened to Detective Glass in the end? Thursday ends up with the fat dude? In 1967 gas was $0.32 a gallon? WOW. This film leaves me in awe everytime I watch it. Next time I got a hankerin' for Leg of Lamb, Chicken Breast, or Hambur-Ger, I'm gonna get my butt down to the Greasy Spoon!
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