G-String Horror

Phantasmagoria!
I had the good fortune of catching The G-string Horror at a screening of the film at the Roxie Theater in San Francisco during the Another Hole in the Head Film Festival last December. The house was packed and the audience was as off the wall as the movie. A really good time was had by everyone there. I wanted to buy a copy and decided to check out Amazon. I'm definitely looking forward to the release on June 18th.

The film itself is a bizarre blending of reality and fiction that sometimes seems to take you into another dimension altogether. It gives the appearance of being assembled by a bunch weird tricksters. A paranormal tease put on by ghost strippers and other haunters of the creepy strip club.

The director, Charles Webb, who gives commentary during the movie about the odd things that were happening while he was making it, claims that shots would get inexplicably moved around or disappear completely between editing sessions. The real ghosts of the theater...

G-STRING HORROR Delivers B-Grade Chills In XXX Package
One of the great challenges in reviewing films - especially smaller, second-tier, and independent releases - is that you see a lot of movies that, for whatever reason, never quite reach the level of potential you'd have wanted them to. This isn't to say that they're bad in any particular measure; rather, it's just to say that - even as a critic - I want to see things succeed, excel, and find an audience that truly appreciates whatever story is being told. The dirty little secret is that reviewers such as myself WANT to be entertained, and sometimes what does entertain us is most likely not going to entertain a wider audience. This doesn't make us special. It only makes us realists. We'll watch something - especially something the next person would dismiss without a second thought - and we'll find something worthy in there ... and, much to my surprise, there are some interesting ideas at work in THE G-STRING HORROR.

Are these ideas effectively utilized? Not too much...

WASTE OF TIME,
This is more like a couple of guys getting drunk and thinking about making a haunted film with the strippers they had been watching all night. This film is hardly a tribute to anything other than bad film making.

The movie starts out with make believe found footage of a guy having a birthday party in a strip joint. He gets cross-bow gun and a dagger which he opens up. Then the stripper takes the group downstairs, including the drunk who likes to play with a knife. The blood was fakey. They conducted interviews with a group of flunkies who had trouble making sense because they didn't quite have down that "noun-verb" thing.

Yes, interviews with stupid strippers. The film is done mostly documentary style, except for a few scenes, which overall didn't work. They managed to stretch this into 74 sad minutes.

Parental Guide: F-bomb, no sex, some nudity.

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