If Things was an attempt to be Canada’s answer to Evil Dead, someone didn’t quite understand the question.
This cornea mutilating motion picture may very well be the worst movie I’ve ever seen. I came to that realization less than 20 minutes in to it (the following 65 minutes only reinforced that notion). To say it’s an incomprehensibly bad film is to insult incomprehensibility, and it would give Things the distinction of being a film.
The plot, as best I can discern, is about an experimental form of artificial insemination that has disastrous and somehow demonic consequences. A couple, desperate to have a child, let’s the local Satan worshipping mad scientist have a quick poke at the ol’ uterus. Instead of a baby, these experiments spawn monstrous… things (ohhh, now I get it). That quick synopsis is way more coherent than the film deserves. Watching this movie is like staring at the face of God; human eyes will have a hard time comprehending what they’re seeing.
At times it’s almost as if the filmmakers are in on the joke, but I’m not sure they ever truly recognized just how potent this bad movie dynamite was (and by dynamite I mean something more akin to explosive diarrhea). Director Andrew Jordan’s stunning technical ineptitude makes Ed Wood look like Akira Kurosawa. You get the feeling that Helen Keller, with a script written by an 8 year old, could’ve made a better flick.
To say the movie is low budget is like saying KD Lang may not be in to guys. The score of the film seems to have been created by hitting “demo” on a Keyboard and the sound mixed by Marlee Matlin (I’m running out of deaf and/or blind celebrities for this review). I’m not sure what types of cameras were used to shoot this but I suspect they were homemade, possibly using Vaseline jars. Even the credits are cheap. They look like someone was playing around with the fonts on their brand new Commodore 64.
To its credit, Things does feature full frontal female nudity within the first 2 minutes. Gotta give props to that. It’s also pretty gory, although it’s more Special Olympics than special effects; they try real hard but something just doesn’t look right.
Some bad movies call for beer and pizza. This one requires something a little stronger, like abthinse and crystal meth. Being the sick twisted soul that I am, I felt a strange sensation while watching Things; almost as if I was being… entertained. Maybe entertained isn’t the right word, more like enthralled by the sheer might of its crapulence.
I can really only recommend Things to two types of people: bad movie lovers, and my sworn enemies. To the curious that seek this film out, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Special thanks to the Lords of Canadian B-Movies, Canuxploitaion.com, for my copy of Things. Check out their much better written review of the movie here:
http://www.canuxploitation.com/review/things.html