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Bachelor Party in the Bungalow of The Damned

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Brain Damage
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Brian Thomson
Monique Dupree
Gregg Aaron Greenberg
Kaitlyn Gutkes
Joseph Riker
Joe Testa
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Chuck (Joseph Riker) is all set to marry his beloved sweetheart, Michelle (Trina Analee). But before that longed-for event can take place, there is one last prenuptial ritual to be borne: the final guys' outing, a stag do, in this case organised by Chuck's best college pal, Sammy (Gregg Aaron Greenberg), to be attended by Chuck and Sam and several of his less-than-responsible friends. Not content with just an ordinary night out, Sammy has organised a weekend away at a luxury bungalow owned by a male acquaintance called Gordon (Joe Testa) whom Sammy and the other guys suspect might have a crush on Chuck -- yet another leery source of humour for the gang. Sammy and the guys try to reassure a less-than-enthusiastic Michelle that they are planning little-more than a few rounds of golf and some relaxing sessions in the Jacuzzi, but once ensconced in the luxury pad the ritual mickey-taking of Gordon soon descends into the predictable lads' japery; and come evening, it turns out Sammy has arranged the attendance of three exotic dancers who are prepared to give the gang just a little more besides the bog standard striptease routine! Sammy watches as Chuck (who's been rendered unconscious by a strange green liquid administered by one of the dancers) and his two pals are dragged off to the bungalow's snug bedrooms, the girls apparently begging to give them all a right royal seeing to. Naturally enough though, things are not as they seem. The girls turn out to be shape-shifting vampire-monsters (or something!?), and in next to no time, very little remains of Cuck's best pals bar a few bloody chunks of meat! By the time Michelle turns up (never seriously believing this bunch of lunks should be trusted on their own), even she is surprised to find her fiancé has been turned into a slavering, snaggle-toothed creature, hungry for her blood and flesh. Now she and a  slightly contrite Sammy must do battle with the three vampire strippers and find and destroy the 'Master Vampire' in order to transform Chuck back into the loving potential spouse he should always have been.
"Bachelor Party ..." is yet another micro budget indie feature now available from new UK label Brain Damage Films, and, as is almost always the case with such fare, it's a pale imitation of the comedy-horror roustabout it aims to be. The scenario seems to promise at least some mildly detaining farce to be had in the prospect of the fiancé's surviving pals attempting to hide the fact that he's become a rampaging monster from his suspicious other half, and you'd think some business could be generated from it; but we're firmly in the realm  of cack-handed indie dross here, and nothing can save this rather escrable effort succumbing to all the usual -- and by now, painfully familiar -- pitfalls of its type. There are few laughs to had here. All attempts at humour, such as they are, tend to rely on soul-deadening frat boy humour. We're actually supposed to find the laddish high-jinx of three middle-aged, flabby men trying to pass themselves off as sex mad college kids, amusing. It is nothing more than tired and desperate, and by the time the always irritating Troma head-honcho, Lloyd Kaufman, turns up wearing a dress and a wig for a pointless cameo as a cross-dresser, the film has already died in its boots. And that's before we even get to the strippers. You might hope that, crap and hopeless as its attempts to be amusing undoubtedly are, the film might at least detain you with some half-decent eye candy (shame on you for thinking such thoughts!), but you'd be dead wrong. That is unless you have a very forgiving taste in women; these girls look like the walking dead, and that's even before their transformation! Speaking of which, that's achieved with some exceedingly ugly and hopelessly lazy computer generated effects that must have cost all of a fiver, and a pair of comedy joke shop teeth!
I might be reading far more into it than it deserves but there's also a faint whiff of homophobia in certain elements of this film, or at least a childish uneasiness with the idea of homosexuality. On the positive side, though, the joke end credits are quite amusing! Director Brian Thomson's self- deprecating comments here, are still a poor excuse for the sheer tedium the paying punter is expected to endure though. It's good that he knows that his film is "an atrocity" I suppose, but it comes to something when you have to completely bypass the entire movie and skip straight to the closing credits to find anything worth praising about this release at all.
Brain Damage Films bring the movie to DVD in the UK with a clean transfer, its original 1.85:1 aspect ratio intact. Unlike most of their titles, it is presented anamorphically. There are no extras, though, besides the usual trailer collection, which consists of six other titles in the current Brain Damage catalogue.

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