Wow, just F%$KING Wow

Absolutely Terrible.

I walked out of this film (along with my brother) after the first half. I was in shock at how intept the screenplay was and it's a shame because the premise is very promising.

I was hoping for a biting, offensive religious satire utilizing Charles Manson as the would-be Messiah of a future civilization. At least, that's what the advertising and interviews with John Roecker on Kevin & Bean indicated. What I got was a poorly animated, annoying, amateurish satire that had no apparent knowledge of how to construct a scene. The sequence involving Sharon Hate and the girls in the dumpster was relentlessly boring. The jokes were obvious and when they weren't obvious they were insulting to one's intelligence. The scene continued far past it's welcome. Rammed the point home to what could only be viewed as contempt for the audience. You got the feeling that the editor missed the day in film school where they taught "pacing." Another example, the scene at the Hate residence before the Hanson family gets there. Hate, her GAY friend, and another woman sit around doing blow. And they do more blow. And they do more blow. And they say incredible gems like, "if you had a large bulging cock between your legs instead of that bearded ax-wound I'd *beep* you right now." or "Oh I'm stuffed, but not as much as when I'm stuffed by a huge cock." And they say cock some more, and some more, and SOME MORE! The scenes in this movie go nowhere. There was three minutes of movie in the forty-five minutes I survived through. Live Freaky, Die Freaky reeks of middle school sophistication, where simply saying dirty words is funny, not the context in which the words are used.

Not only myself and my brother walked out. A few people booked it before we did. And some friends of mine I came with left ten minutes later. As I was walking out I paid attention to the expressions of my fellow audience. Bored. Absolute boredom. Shame on this movie. Just because it's "cult" doesn't mean you don't have to try.