Frank
Henenlotter has achieved somewhat of a
cult following since the release of his
second directorial effort, the effective
skid-row exploitation flick, Basket Case.
Followed by Brain Damage (1988), Frankenhooker
(1990) and two unnecessary sequels, Basket
Case is another good example of what can
be achieved with little budget. The film
is significantly and rightfully dedicated
to the godfather of gore,
Herschell Gordon Lewis.
Basket
Case first emerged on the video scene
simultaneously with another great low
budget horror, Sam Raimis phenomenal
The Evil Dead (1982). Unlike Raimi, following
George Romeros influence and setting
the story in an isolated environment,
Henenlotter bases his film on the squalid
streets of New York City at night and
still occasionally manages to conjure
a sense of claustrophobia among corrupt
characters, deviant doctors and prostitutes.
A
drug pusher pesters a passing young man
carrying a basket case, but is ignored.
The clean-cut young man is Duane Bradley
who we discover carries the huge picnic
basket with him wherever he goes. Whats
inside? is the question and everyones
lips. Why does he whisper through the
wicker as though something resides within?
The answer is that the basket is home
to Belial, a deformed dwarf creature who
was once Duanes Siamese twin. Together
Duane and Belial search for the doctors
who performed the illicit operation that
separated them and execute their revenge.
Sympathy for the tortured brothers, humour
generated from the blundering hotel occupants
and amusement from the extremely amateurish
animation of Belial combine to make Basket
Case a fascinating, if rather bizarre
experience. Sequels followed
but looked, it seems impossible, more
slapdash than their far superior predecessor.
This
Special Edition DVD has a great commentary
by Henenlotter, who surprisingly doesnt
sound as eccentric as you might expect,
and the best quality version of this film
youre likely to see. Dont
expect it to be too amazing though, as
the film was made on a very very very
small shoestring budget, but like The
Last House on the Left (1972) its contemptible
ineptitudes are its charms.