Awkward teen Jim Cavanaugh (a likable portrayal by Adam Scarimbolo) and his friends go searching in some remote forest for Jim's long lost mother. Naturally, Jim and company run afoul of a family of murderous rednecks. Man, does this uproariously awful and idiotic turkey possess all the right wrong stuff to qualify as a real four star stinkeroonie: The hopelessly inept (mis)direction by Jeff Roenning (who also wrote the nonsensical script), a meandering narrative that plods along at a poky pace, clumsy outbursts of raw bloody violence, the hit-or-miss acting from an extremely variable cast (Greg Travis does well as Jim's evil and abusive dad Tex while Mel Gorham overacts up an atrocious storm as shrill and venomous matriarch Dolores), the shaky hand-held cinematography, no tension or creepy atmosphere to speak of, an utterly inappropriate roaring rock soundtrack, the annoying one-note characters, a hilariously sick sense of seriously perverse humor (one of the hillbilly psycho's kills someone while sporting a huge erection!), the excessively profane dialogue, and the completely ridiculous "you gotta be kidding me!" open-ended sequel set-up conclusion all provide a wealth of unintentional belly laughs. As an added plus, the pretty Emily Grace shows a little skin and snippets of the infamous infectiously catchy VD jingle from an old 60's PSA TV spot can be heard throughout. An absolute schlocky hoot.
Review of Mother's Day Massacre
