Bloodmarsh Krackoon Movie Review
Written by Jersey John
DVD released by Independent Entertainment
Written and directed by Jerry Landi
2014, 87 minutes, Not Rated
DVD released on May 20th, 2014
Sam Amore as Peter Rabbit
Scott Barile as Scott
Bob Connelly as Patton
Cindy Guyer as Millie
Movies are important to people. Hell, most would argue that media of all kinds is how many identify themselves and what messages they choose to agree or disagree with. From music to comics, different sources are chosen as escapism from our regular day to day lives. Whether it's the most ridiculous or serious content, it's safe to say that the occasional binge watching of our favorite shows and cinematic adventures prevents a vast majority of us from going postal at work. At the end of the day, what we watch shouldn't infuriate us beyond the point of no return. And so we have Bloodmarsh Krackoon.
Writer/Director Jerry Landi creates a story about a crack-addled raccoon and its brood wreaking havoc and adding a body count to a quiet area of the Bronx, NY. Needless to say, what is supposed to resemble a vicious raccoon hopped up on drugs looks more like a sock puppet on a rampage killing characters and supporting cast that don't matter, most of which have horribly offensive New York accents.
Honestly, I love low budget projects from art houses and production companies. What they cannot deliver with lack of funds is made up with a colorful cast and a well written story. Those alone, accompanied by innovative special effects and a crew that cares about its final product, make people want to see a film. Sometimes the absence of one of these elements is forgivable, especially when cost and being an up-and-coming filmmaker are taken into consideration. But when NONE of the previously stated elements are present, there is little left to be desired. Bloodmarsh Krackoon has a completely off the wall plot with the potential to be gory fun. What's delivered instead is an end result that is so bad, it made me angry versus produced laughter.
I don't know how I was able to make it all the way through Jerry Landi's Bloodmarsh Krackoon. Maybe I reached a catatonic state that was previously unknown to my brain. The plot itself is the only redeeming factor of this entire mess. My heart goes out to those that were coerced to be involved in a project that will most likely be discarded to the depths of YouTube, someday to be unearthed by a youthful stoner and then quickly fizzle away, like the last of my brain cells as the credits rolled on this film. I literally recommend any other film in the history of cinema to cleanse your pallet of Bloodmarsh Krackoon.