Surprisingly vicious comic book movie focuses on one of Batman’s rogues gallery and mixes in some wonderfully dark humor to go along with the graphic violence. It honestly feels like something that would have been unleashed for the 70s drive-in and revered by folks like me nowadays. The story is as simple as it gets, a young Hollywood star, Matt Hagen (somehow not a Skarsgård), Tom Rhys Harries) sleeps with the wrong woman and is hideously disfigured by the sexy young lady’s crime-boss boyfriend and his goons. Of course he’s screwed over by those few close to him and left with no funds and a face that’s sure to avert some eyes. A desperate scientist working with nanotechnology has lost her funding, so when an even more desperate Hagen comes to her willing to undergo procedures nowhere near cleared by any governing body, she takes the risk and gets to work on restoring our guy’s beautiful face. Miraculously, the man’s mug is eventually restored along with his general health… even more miraculously, it appears that any physical violence he experiences is quickly repaired. Dr. Corr is concerned because of the unknown waters they’re wading through, especially when Hagen injects himself with a copious amount of the good doctor’s miracle juice after his face begins falling apart thanks to the rage that goes along with seeing the folks who ruined your life thriving. Along with the healing factor of everyone’s favorite Canadian short prince, Hagen develops the ability to take on the physical appearance of anyone he comes across and can mold his flesh into various dangerous weapons. So, what’s a mentally deteriorating young man with a whole lotta anger inside going to do to quiet that rage? Well, those folks who screwed him are about to find out and Gotham is about to get its first (maybe) super-powered villain. The doctor has a kill switch, her homicide detective fiancé has his suspicions about her new patient but is also dealing with corruption and the dangerous crime boss, there’s a healthy amount of references to early Simpsons seasons and a whole bunch of icky death in everyone’s future. The “bullshit science” at least tries to sound as convincing as it can in what amounts to your standard body-horror/monster-on-the-loose shenanigans and characters on the sidelines are minorly fleshed out but it doesn’t matter because if you’re here for warped justice and the origin of a monster, you’ll be happy as hell with a very different kind of comic “Year One” story. I know some of those brave heroes on social media asked the question “Who the fuck asked for a Clayface movie?” to which I respond “Who hurt you and I may not have explicitly asked for it, but I’m sure as shit happy someone made it.” We need more ridiculous weirdness in our world. Clayface is exactly that.
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