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“A scream from beginning to end... action packed, funny, and thoroughly entertaining” — Deborah Louise Robinson, CINEFANTASTIQUE
Director: Jake West
Screenplay: Dan Schaffer
Cast: Danny Dyer, Stephen Graham, Noel Clarke, Terry Stone, Lee Ingleby
Producers: Mike Loveday
Print Source: IFC Films
2009 | 6 min
Six buddies are planning the final word of weekend getaways to boost the morale of their freshly divorced pal Vince. It’ll be such an alcohol-soaked debacle that Dionysus himself would be begging for respite. Among them are Neil, the macho horndog; Mikey, pretty macho himself though he’s in a relationship; Patrick, the neurotic golfer kept on a leash by his alcoholic girlfriend; Matt, the geek of the bunch; Graham the gay guy and Banksy—presently stranded roadside with a smoking engine. Their first stop is the corner pub, where pints and shooters are ordered and dealt with at a furious tempo. A pretty blonde bus driver then chauffeurs them, sans Banksy, to the isolated little village where their bacchanalia is to transpire. Far removed from the loved ones who might hamper the full expression of their collective arrested adolescence, they’ve got a shot at getting together with some of those hot village babes with their voracious sexual appetites. Oh, yeah! Or rather, oh no… those village vixens aren’t so hot, though their appetites are certainly voracious. What they’re hungry for will have these seven gentlemen wishing they’d stayed home dead sober, that’s for sure.
More and more, the U.K. is the place to go when you’re in the mood for some horror-comedy of the good ’n’ gross ’n’ greasy variety. DOGHOUSE maintains the highest of low standards, what with its over-the-top characters, rude gags galore, gut-busting dialogue and gore sequences in the inventively vicious vein of HAPPY TREE FRIENDS. Loaded with references to spaghetti Westerns, as well as SHAUN OF THE DEAD, EVIL DEAD and a whole lotta other flicks with the word “dead” in the title that one might find on the shelf of any self-respecting horror fanatic, the latest from Jake West (EVIL ALIENS) never takes itself too seriously and delivers the goods that midnight-movie buffs demand. West presents a battle of the sexes pitting a bunch of dudes who can’t ever seem to stop goofing around—even in circumstances where their very survival might depend on doing so—against female ghouls cutting testosterone-inflated male pride down to size, be it by scissors, knife, sword, axe or a flying body slam that would impress Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka. Oh, and the tunes are awesome. If you have enough confidence in your intellectual faculties that you’ll dial them down for the duration of a rip-roaring, red-soaked laugh riot, you gotta see DOGHOUSE.