The message behind the 2005 epic masterpiece, ‘Raving Maniacs’
Here’s my opinion on a movie.
Okay, so it’s starting out as another movie review. Don’t lynch me yet. I’m not going to talk about the movie because its not a very good movie and, to be honest, it was only amusing because it featured zombie goths eating intestines and indulging in a little healthy incest.
And by the way, that isn’t just a poor screenshot, that is the quality of the film.
The basic premise of the film is that some luminous pills are doing the rounds at a rave, and those who take them turn into zombie monsters with a lust for blood. The problem is never resolved, instead it finishes with a stupid dancing scene and then darkness. Wonderful…actually thinking about it I’m led to believe that the zombies get out and the world is infested, but again that’s never made crystal clear. So who gives a toss?
The message is the amusing part. It’s very simple…if its green, luminous, and blatantly not of Earth origin…DON’T EAT IT. I mean seriously, you’d have to be a Class A moron to think it was anything even remotely similar to a drug. It looks like plutonium out of a cartoon! No wonder it has weird effects on people. That’s the obvious message, but the slightly better hidden one is patronising and woeful.
DON’T DO DRUGS, KIDDIES!
That’s what it seems to say, anyway. Judging by the production values it could just be some teenagers with Daddy’s camcorder and Mummy’s makeup making a film about zombies and I could be completely wrong, but I like to think they thought they could cleverly disguise this film as a strange anti-drug campaign. Even if it’s not supposed to be there, which I don’t think it is, I’m going to crowbar it in anyway. It fits nicely with the whole ‘green pill’ thing.
The only other reason I enjoyed this film was that a character who doesn’t really feature majorly wears goggles somewhat similar to mine, while having hair that kicks quite a serious amount of arse. He later eats the Vietnam veteran of a doorman, I believe. Delicious.
So all the nonsense above aside, Raving Maniacs is a pretty badly done, patronising, boring, endless piece of celluloid shite that, to be honest, makes me weep in my bed. But I still enjoyed it…the only bit I didn’t enjoy was the ‘Lady and the Tramp’ scene whereby some lovers eat an intestine like spaghetti. This is the only bit of the film that made me cringe…a bad thing in a film which revolves almost solely around gore.
So yeah, in conclusion, choose life, no drugs, and don’t watch this damn film.
