New York City, once a thriving metropolis of flickering lights and a non-stop night life, is now a filthy, desolate wasteland after the explosion of a dirty bomb decimates a neighborhood. A fugitive couple wandering the ruins in search of food and shelter happen upon a building complex perfectly suited to their needs. Forced to share their new found arrangements with the current squatters, the four quickly begin working together for the greater good of the group.
While out foraging for food, the men discover a locked soup kitchen pantry containing a massive stockpile of brightly-colored Himalayan Yogurt and a mysterious elixir they believe to be alcohol. Eager to fill their bellies and quench their thirst, they pack a large load and bring it back to their lodgings as quickly as possible. Once there they all indulge themselves with a much needed meal but it doesn’t take long before the true effects of the bounty become evident.
Covered in slime and driven into a frenzied state of fucking, sleeping and murdering, the survivors can no longer think of anything but the strange yogurt and elixir, even as a dangerous force begin taking hold of each of them, transforming them into something…evil.
Before I begin this review of Greg Lamberson’s Slime City Massacre, the sequel to 1988′s Slime City, I would just like to make it clear that over the last few years I’ve really come to loathe indie/underground horror cinema. The majority of the releases I find myself watching are trash, not the good kind, and the end result is typically horrible disappointment or full-on anger. This may sound awful but, in a way, I’m glad the recession has put a damper on indie horror filmmaking because only the most dedicated filmmakers will remain in the trenches and that means quality will start picking up.
SCM (Slime City Massacre) seemed like an easy bet, I figured even if it was a steamer, at the very least, I might get some slimy (‘natch!) gore antics and a possible breast (maybe two!). I’LL BE DAMNED IF I DIDN’T GET MY WISH!
Filmmaker Greg Lamberson’s SCM is a wild, weird, sexy indie romp reminiscent of early Troma, sans cheesy humor, flatulence and man-ass! It’s not just an admirable sequel, it is (in my opinion) technically better than the first in many ways! Lamberson gives us a cool story which expands upon the events introduced to us in SC, the cinematography was solid, score incredibly fun and the acting, man the acting was wonderful. Honestly who expected Turtle Boy author Kealan Patrick Burke to be so talented? Color me impressed! Before some of you explode, let me set your mind at ease, the slime is back and the sticky, gooey, gory mayhem is aces! I almost fell over during an amazingly cool slime-filled bathtub sequence and I won’t give anything away but Debbie Rochon has fantastic tits and a HUGE vagina.
SCM was all kinds of fun and interesting, I never found myself fidgeting or irritated once. That may not sound like high praise but, trust me on this, it was like a Hawaiian vacation for me, hula hoes and all. Lamberson is truly a son of grind cinema, an unsung member of the New York City underground horror/sleaze “Rat Pack.” I can’t even begin to imagine horror without guys like Lloyd Kaufman, Frank Henenlotter, Bill Lustig, Roy Frumkes and Greg Lamberson. Hopefully this groovy flick gets the attention it deserves.
I won’t shrink SCM or anything but Lamberson’s liberal was hanging out like an old man’s giblets at the beach. Whether you want something to be said here or not, you’re guaranteed to come away entertained in any case.
Before I go, two quick mentions, Stephen Romano is bringing back a lost art and his work will be admired long after we’re gone and Brooke Lewis is all woman; 100% amazing, curvaceous, succulent, ache-in-the-pants woman.