Where to begin here…. Let’s see, should we start with the band members? Should we start with the bigoted writer? Should we start with a beginning narrative? You know what? fuck that and fuck you too. Fuck the whole world in fact. I feel like smashing someone’s face in…
And that’s how this movie is. Nothing but unbridled aggression from beginning to end with a soundtrack that’s suited perfectly for it. If GG Allin, Danny Boyle and Guy Ritchie had decided to make a movie together, this punch in the face would most likely be it. So why have so few people seen this masterpiece? I honestly have no idea because once I watched it, I was hooked immediately. I guess I should introduce you to the bottom feeders that make up this film and the main character that manipulates them for his own ends….
First off, we have Dries, the famous writer that is asked to be a drummer for three degenerate disabled guys. Each one of these individuals has a “disability” which apparently is the only thing that makes them stand out. I won’t go into their disabilities, because that’s part of the fun of this film. Let’s just say their “disabilities” are more that they are the bottom scum of the barrel, much like any utter gutter punk you see passed out on the sidewalk in front of a liquor store. Personally, I found each character in this film to be quite unpalatable and unpleasant, which makes this an even more awesome movie. You feel almost no sympathy for any of these assholes. And Dries is the antithesis of these foul individuals and he uses them for his own gains… But you’ll just have to watch to find out how.
Next up, the character Koen, both singer and guitarist, is one of the most violent people you’ll meet in this film. Full of unchecked aggression towards women, his violence is almost boiling the entire film. Nothing like watching a sick bastard beat and rape women right?… Well, maybe not, but still it’s quite the nasty piece to see this guy in action! Even the opening scene is quite the piece and leads you to understand how sick Koen actually is.
Third on this scum sack list we have Jan Verbeek, who’s character is something a bit less brash and crazy but still scummy to the nth degree. What makes this guy stand out is not so much his character, but his mother and father (ahh yes, the father.. you’ll see) that he lives with. It’s almost as if his family is his actual disability and not his actual disability. But then again, who’s family isn’t an ailment we could all use an ointment for? Also, he’s gay, but that’s not a disability, so fuck off.
And last, and probably least, we have Ivan. While not as violent as Dries or Koen, he’s still quite the bag of rotting filth you’d expect. He’s a happy family man with a lovely daughter and smiling bride… Yeah right… Actually, he’s a balding half wit with a wife that is more foul than him. She actually describes, in some detail, how her vagina smells rotten and probably has some disease encrusting it. Yummy. Ivan is seriously just a crusty rotten dude with an even crustier family and he looks, acts and smells (you can almost smell him on screen) how this movie feels.
So there you go, our lovely cast of miscreant actors and actresses grace the screen with such awesomeness, or disgust, there really is no proper way to describe it. Besides, who really wants a bastard like me writing out the screenplay of a lovely movie like this anyway? I’ll just sit back and let you wonder for yourself, and hopefully, you’ll go out and buy this thing!! What I will say is that the true nature of this film is unchecked aggression in the musical sense. We’ve all listened to those albums that ooze with violence and hatred that gives us an amazing feeling that can only be felt, truly, in a scummy venue with some hardcore thrash gutter punk band spitting on the audience. This movie tries, quite well actually, to capture that raw and unchecked aggression and lays it upon you. The band “Feminists” (our lovely characters) isn’t necessarily the greatest band on this planet, but they do have that raw undercurrent of underground punk we love and wish to recapture. No kids, this is not some ode to jumpy punk, like Rancid or the likes (I do like them, don’t get angry just yet) but more of the violence and “fuck-it-all” attitude of the Murder Junkies. Some folks have their own definition of what “Punk” truly means but I think this film might be one interpretation that is worth checking out. Violence, depravity, deception, misogyny, hatred, sex, rape, blood, death and one big dick is what you have to look forward to. Enjoy!
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