Wretched garbage plays itself up to be a purposefully bad movie but lacks any bit of entertainment and just becomes a test of endurance for anyone unfortunate enough to see it. The opening features some asshole going on about how awful the director Roger Franco is. This goes on for nearly six fucking minutes. The opening credits are over a poorly dubbed performance by some punk band taking place in someone’s tiny living room. Digital effects that belong in a Star Wars game made for Windows 95 (in fact, I believe I saw a TIE Fighter in there) bring an invasion of Jason Voorheeses to earth. This goes on while Roger Franco films his next god-awful movie. Meta humor, the rape of a man in a monkey mask, the skull fucking of baby’s corpse (don’t worry, it’s clearly plastic) and homophobia make for one hard trek that just keeps going. Eventually the Jasons hit the movie set and we know the film is about to run out of time. One of the longest hours I have ever had to endure. This movie can go fuck itself.
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