AMERICAN BLOODY MARY 

American Mary is a freaky, dive into the weird and not too wonderful world of body modification and human obsession. “Unique” and “freak” are the only words that really fit — and for those poor souls who take body modding to the extreme, they somehow end up being both at the same time once the body pimping is done. There’s a sort of sordid realism to some of the background characters, like they're not really actors but real participants. I knew next to nothing going in, stumbling upon this movie by chance. The title gives nothing away, in the best way. The first time we meet her Betty Boop friend Beatress, it was unsettling, sure, but also weirdly fascinating and utterly bewildering.

There’s an abundance of disturbing, unsettling scenes, strange characters, and bizarre ideas at play here. Basically, extreme underground cosmetic surgery, there's one woman who wants to turn herself into a human Barbie doll.  And as for that creepy, leeching doctor? Let’s just say karma in American Mary doesn’t do subtle; it serves up exactly what he deserved, with a side of freakshow justice.

 All in all, it's not a great movie, but to me, this movie hit the spot when I had nothing to watch and craved a film about body dysmorphic correction surgery: an enjoyable, if disturbing, find. 

Sure, it has flaws, it's a bit of a mess sometimes, I guess, like some of the people, but honestly… I can live with that, no need for re-edits. There was already enough cutting and splicing going on. 

Once a douchebag - now a punch bag - " ready for that upper cut, mister?" 

 

 JOIN US! FACE YOUR DEMONS! 

Chainsaws revving, blood flying, and a cabin doing its best impression of a possessed blender,  with Ash and demons as the main ingredients, yes, it’s the utterly deranged Evil Dead finale! Poor Ash is down to one hand, one nerve, and zero hope of ever getting his deposit back. The Necronomicon’s throwing tantrums, the walls are bleeding, and the furniture’s laughing; it’s basically an Airbnb from hell.

This climactic showdown had it all: plasticine monsters, stop-motion chaos, and mushy peas that never looked so terrifying. 

What a movie! It was a true standout in my horror-watching life. I still remember this moment the way that possessed demon lunged forward, like it was gliding on rails,  pure, unfiltered nightmare fuel that burned itself into my brain forever.

“Having a sore hand is bad… having a chainsaw hand? That’s badder!”