Horror and comedy to some are like peanut butter and pond scum. They don’t belong together. To others, it’s like peanut butter and marshmallow fluff – utterly delicious and best in moderation. If you’ve never had marshmallow fluff, finish this article, go out to the store, pick some up, and make a damn Fluffernutter sandwich. You shan’t regret it. But we’re not here to talk about delicious treats, we’re here to talk about Killer Pad.
This comedy-horror (way more laughs than thrills or kills) is from first time writer Dan Stoller and has horror icon Robert Englund as director in his second feature in the main chair. The plot follows a trio of buddies who move into a killer pad in the Hollywood hills that just so happens to have a hell portal in the basement. They manage to come up with every single excuse imaginable to write off the hellish happenings as mere party accidents as they try to score with some devilishly hot ladies.
As it is mostly played for laughs, you can’t expect too much in the kill department. Killer Pad runs up a tally of a dozen kills, souls claimed for the devil house. If there is a tragic flaw to the film is that the balls drop out as is somewhat common in “hell eats your soul” movies, as before the credits roll everyone is back to life. Lame as shit in a horror sense, but it squeezes in a few more jokes which was ok by me.
Very sparse in the gore department. There are some slash marks to a back, a pregnant lady is knocked down, a heart is ripped out and bit into, there are some exorcist head spins, some vomit, a few ladies get boiled to death, someone is sucked down a toilet and pooped on. There are also some severed heads and a throat cut, but while all of this sounds good, it is not violent or awesomely gross, but mostly just funny.
I seriously don’t understand this one. The film is Rated-R. It’s a teenage comedy. There are plenty of attractive women. Yet we get no breasts. Instead we get a midget in assless chaps and a hairy man ass. On the sexy side, all we get is some girl on girl kissing. Bologna!
If it sounds too good to be true, it is. Also, never trust a chick with a dick. Though that should be obvious.
Killer Pad is a fun sort of inside joke to the horror genre. At no time are you scared or tense, nor is there a time when you’re going to be cheering for a kill. What we are treated to are plenty of laughs though. It’s delightfully stupid in the best way possible. The acting is goofy and over the top, the humor is bold and upfront. There is no pretension, no aspirations to be anything more than a silly, funny movie. This is the American Pie of horror flicks. As such, its most definitely not for everyone, but if you have a goofy streak and want to see Joey Lawrence get killed, then this is something you’ll want to check out.
There are some comedic gold mines in the quotation department, like “Hola, Mexican!” and “Stop staring at me turd, you’re freaking me out!” Yes, he is actually addressing a piece of poop. If you don’t like those lines, you probably won’t like “Ow, my balls! And my vagina.” That is the level of humor you can expect throughout, which I found to be an enchanting mixture of innocence and dumb. It also reflects how I behave on a day to day basis – badly and thinking only with my… Brain? Either way, this is a fun flick to waste 90 minutes on if you go in expecting nothing but comedy and aren’t hungry for blood.