You Can Look, But You Better Not Touch
Teeth / Daniel Carlson
There’s a certain pornographic air about Teeth, the debut feature from writer-director Mitchell Lichtenstein, and it’s only partly due to the film’s graphic sexual nature. No, the real suspense comes in the waiting, in sitting there during the exposition and plot twists and just wondering when the film’s central theme — the vagina dentata — will rear its fanged head. As films go, Lichtenstein’s is all over the map, veering from arch drama to black comedy to quasi-cautionary tale to Cold War monster movie, but the feeling of anticipatory dread that runs below the surface is never less than perfect. And yet it’s also hard to come out and call the film good, since Teeth is clearly more concerned at being great at its premise and less so in its execution. It could be the best B-movie ever made, but it’s also tough to appreciate even ironically because it won’t stop winking at itself and the audience. The movie’s strongest sequences come in its second half, when Lichtenstein somewhat manages to find a balance between the dark comedy and horror film he wants to make. Self-awareness can be a dangerous game, and Teeth is at its best when it takes refuge in its natural intelligence and doesn’t try to become overly clever.
Dawn (Jess Weixler) is a wide-eyed young Christian girl, the kind who gives motivational speeches to assemblies of younger kids about the dangers of intercourse before marriage. She’s speaking at one of these meetings when she lays eyes on Tobey (Hale Appleman), at which point Robert Miller’s score swells a little with the kind of string cue nobody uses except to be really, really self-reflexively melodramatic about these things. Dawn likes Tobey a lot, but she’s also terrified of the battle she feels within her being waged between her physical need for sex and her emotional and spiritual desire to remain pure. But Dawn’s purity is further divided: She’s motivated not only by a religious commitment, but also weird visions of biting and pain — appearing as a black-and-white 1950s-era monster pic about a giant ant that her parents were watching the other day — whenever she begins to explore her own body. The trouble brewing in Dawn is pretty heavily mirrored by her town’s skyline, with twin smokestacks spewing progressively darker emissions into the distance behind her house; Teeth is pretty much the least subtle movie, comedy or no, you will ever see.
Dawn is troubled by her developing sexuality because she’s the bearer of a vagina dentata, though she doesn’t know the first thing about regular genitalia, much less mythologically mutated ones. She’s blocked out the memory of being a very young girl and playing in the kiddie pool with her stepbrother, who cut his finger while getting to know his baby stepsister. So it’s understandable that the teenage Dawn would be confused about the bizarre changes in her body, and it’s here that Lichtenstein blends the somewhat campy satire he’s been making with straight-ahead horror and suspense. (For those who don’t want to know the specifics of just what exactly happens and to whom, feel free to skip to the next paragraph.) Dawn and Tobey, no longer willing or able to defy their hormonal impulses, meet up at the lake one day for some secluded swimming, which leads to making out, which further leads to the beginnings of actual sex. Dawn, suddenly fearful of breaking her abstinence pledge and confronting the worrisome feelings growing within her, asks Tobey to stop, but he forces her back down on the ground and refuses to listen. He overpowers her and begins to rape her, at which point Dawn’s defense mechanism kicks in, clamping down on Tobey’s penis and roughly shearing it from his body. Lichtenstein doesn’t shy away from the wound, either, presenting a full view of the mangled and bloodied stump between Tobey’s legs as he and Dawn scream together. It’s a terrifying scene, and the first release of the tension Lichtenstein had been building from the start.
But this is also where Lichtenstein starts to get into trouble. It’s not that mixing genres is inherently bad, it’s that Lichtenstein seems to be mashing them up simply because he doesn’t know quite what else to do. Dawn’s first “attack” scene is a horror show mined for dark comedy, and the next image is of a dazed and confused Dawn wearing her “Warning: Sex Changes Everything” T-shirt. Had Lichtenstein played the visual gag down, or at least given it more than 15 seconds to come up, it would have come across as the kind of satirical irony he seems to take it for, and not the head-slapping moment of cuteness that it actually is. Lichtenstein’s haphazard shifts from one genre to the next, instead of making the film feel unclassifiable, actually wind up harming the central narrative and robbing it of some of its weight. If the film doesn’t take itself at least somewhat seriously, why should anyone else?
That said, when Teeth works, it really works, churning out the kind of queasy suspense all but guaranteed to make male viewers cross their legs in fear. Dawn’s terror at what she did leads her to an ob/gyn and the arms of another young boy at her school, but each time it’s clear that things will not turn out well at all for Dawn, who is the victim of cruelties almost jaw-dropping in their casualness, and the men, who wind up paying a price for taking advantage of Dawn. But after a series of increasingly graphic mutilations, it becomes clear that Lichtenstein’s fixation remains rooted in seeing the pain of the male characters and not the very thing that’s causing that pain. Teeth is a deeply flawed empowerment tale because it gives Dawn this ability to get even with the men who are apparently taking numbers just to get with her, but it also winds up playing into the unfortunate myth’s origins and turning Dawn into one more woman to fear. Then again, the men in Lichtenstein’s world aren’t just sex-obsessed, but so far gone that rape and roofies are acceptable alternatives to coercing a girl into bed; even when Dawn gets the hang of controlling her labial incisors, there’s no man around who isn’t worth castrating.
The film’s most defining scene involves a man taking advantage of Dawn, only to eventually feel the wrath of her barbed vagina in a scene that’s almost flawlessly milked for dramatic tension and looming horror. Of course, then the guy winds up howling, “It’s true! The vagina dentata!” in the aftermath of his encounter with Dawn, sending the action spiraling into the campy madness that might have appeared in one of those meta comic panels by Roy Lichtenstein, mid-century pop artist and Mitchell’s father. That’s Teeth at its heart: Well-drawn, but emotionally removed.
Daniel Carlson is the managing editor of Pajiba and a low-level employee at a Hollywood industry magazine. You can visit his blog, Slowly Going Bald.
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Comments
I don't know if I've ever cringed so many times while reading a movie review.
Posted by: Kolby at January 28, 2008 12:46 PM
I'm still excited about seeing this movie; ever since the trailer came out the idea of someone mining the vagina dentata myth, even in a genre-mashing self-aware way, is too good to pass up.
I hear Jess Weixler is particularly good, too. I don't know what you thought of her, Daniel, but I'm looking forward to her performance as well.
Posted by: Lyra at January 28, 2008 12:49 PM
As films go, Lichtenstein's is all over the map.
Ah, geography humor. Will it ever go out of style?
Posted by: 8sdj2jd at January 28, 2008 12:55 PM
Yesterday in a Border's cafe, I heard a woman claiming that this film's release was timed to coincide with the lead up to Super Tuesday and provide a subliminal anti Hillary message. Discuss.
Posted by: PaddyDog at January 28, 2008 1:06 PM
While researching vagina dentata, I came across one woman's invention called 'The Rapex.' Sounds more like a bug spray, but is actually a device that a woman wears, much like a diaphragm, that is layered with microscopic teeth that must be surgically removed from the rapers unit. Vagina dentata incarnate.
Daniel, in your last paragraph did you mean to say Roy is Mitchell's father?
Posted by: ian at January 28, 2008 1:09 PM
Uh, "labial" incisors? The labia are outside the vagina.
Posted by: Ginger at January 28, 2008 1:22 PM
eww. just eww.
Posted by: mums at January 28, 2008 1:26 PM
The first thing that came to mind when I heard about this movie were the lyrics:
Got an angry snatch/Girls you know what I mean...
And PaddyDog: So this Borders woman is saying Hillary has the vagina dentata? I guess that explains why Bill went looking for his lovin' elsewhere.
Posted by: Alabamapink at January 28, 2008 1:49 PM
Wait, I'm confused.
You mean to say that women normally DON'T have teeth in their vaginas?
This changes EVERYTHING!!!!
Posted by: Withnail at January 28, 2008 1:55 PM
In a strange way, despite the whole female empowerment thing, it still kind of screams torture porn to me. I may just be faint of heart but all I can do is say "ow and ew" and I don't even own a penis.
Posted by: Maria at January 28, 2008 1:57 PM
I love that there is ad for teeth-whitening on the side of this page......I saw the trailer for this the other day and people in the theater actually burst out laughing.
Posted by: Finn at January 28, 2008 2:07 PM
I haven't sorted through my feelings on this film yet. All I know for sure is that Jess Weixler will always be "The Chick from that Bear Trap Vag Movie" now.
You don't get past that, careerwise, I think.
Posted by: Mella at January 28, 2008 2:09 PM
So, she has the capability to control the Biting Pussy of Doom? The teeth are, in fact, consciously deployed once she gets the hang of it?
Now that I know that, I'm wondering how she masters the biting action, because it sounds like it's a reflex at first. Does she practice with carrots or other phallic vegetables? Does she do kegels? Is it just cruel, cruel, trial and error?
I can't believe that this is what I care about when it comes to this movie.
Posted by: That Girl at January 28, 2008 2:16 PM
As long as the vagina can talk, and can at some point say "omg nom nom nom," I'm in.
Posted by: Kevin Longrie at January 28, 2008 2:21 PM
I guess it's just me, but I think this is the most distasteful thing in the entire world. Like, I literally can't think of anything more unpleasant.
Posted by: Smithy at January 28, 2008 2:28 PM
Best B-Movie ever? Shouldn't that be Cannibal! The Musical? Oh wait, that's the best f-movie ever.
Posted by: Agente provocatrice at January 28, 2008 2:31 PM
I was listening to the Little Shop of Horrors soundtrack, and "Suppertime" came on as I was reading this.
"Come on, come on...it's suppertiiiiiime...."
Somebody hold me.
Posted by: Vermillion at January 28, 2008 2:32 PM
OK, I now withdraw my claim from the trade roundup post- because I'd really be happy to see Kevin Longrie's comment in next week's. That seriously cracked me up...
Posted by: KasCo at January 28, 2008 2:32 PM
I seriously want to curl into a ball and weep. I'm sorry, but there's just no way I'm seeing this. I could barely finish the review.
I'm all shaky and shivery and I want a cookie. And perhaps some Scotch.
And Reeses cups.
Posted by: TK at January 28, 2008 2:32 PM
As long as the vagina can talk, and can at some point say "omg nom nom nom," I'm in.
Posted by: Kevin Longrie at January 28, 2008 2:21 PM
too twisted for words and it made my water come out of my nose. there's nothing like discussing "vagina dentata" to really set the pace for a monday.
Posted by: legib at January 28, 2008 2:35 PM
I wonder if at some point the vag becomes sentient, and tries to take control of the body, and then Jess and her snatch have to fight for control of her body, not unlike what Steve Martin and Lilly Tomlin did in All Of Me. Of course, when the hoo-ha wins, it drags her around the room by the crotch.
Posted by: Withnail at January 28, 2008 2:48 PM
If men are so deathly afraid of getting castrated by teeth...how come none of them seem to be afraid of blowjobs?
Posted by: Wednesday at January 28, 2008 2:49 PM
I seriously don't think I've heard of a more absurd concept for yet another torture porn flick. I'd rather watch Rosie O'Donnell ride a Sybian while wearing a ball gag (I could live with her just using the ball gag all the time, actually) and smearing kitten blood on herself.
Posted by: Spork at January 28, 2008 2:51 PM
All I want to know is, how does she get the offending member out after it's been chomped off? Is it somehing like childbirth, requiring "hee hee, hoo hoo" type pushing, or is the whole experience so withering that they shrivel and fall out on their own?
'Cause that could cause some nasty infections if left up in there too long...
Posted by: pinkcheese at January 28, 2008 2:57 PM
Kevin Longrie, you sir, have nearly gotten me in trouble at work today. God's Teeth, to think that I had to read these comments whilst my bosses' boss was here! For the ultimate campiness, the part of vagina dentata will be played by Levi Stubbs. Feed me, Seymour!!
Posted by: ScarletKnight at January 28, 2008 3:01 PM
Whoa, I'm SO seeing this one!
*Side Note: Is it odd that a male feminist is excited to see a movie about genital mutilation?*
Posted by: Kamakazi Feminist at January 28, 2008 3:06 PM
Yes, how does she get the unwanted penis out? Does she slice and dice as she pushes? I can't see any sane doctor getting up in there.
Posted by: demondoll at January 28, 2008 3:15 PM
I have been waiting for this movie to come out since forever it seems. Kevin that was the best comment ever!!! The "omg nom nom nom" thing made my day.
Posted by: IamKateness at January 28, 2008 3:17 PM
There are no words to describe just how much I want to see this move. No words. None at all.
I have a feeling that I will giggle continuously, and rather psychotically throughout. 1 year to the day of singleness + some recent exposure to fuckwittery in the highers order = some serious issues with the opposite sex that need to be worked out.
Not to self: probably not a good date movie.
Posted by: Alex the Odd at January 28, 2008 3:18 PM
no. Just....no. I couldn't stop crossing my legs when reading this review.
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at January 28, 2008 3:22 PM
The whole idea of the vagina dentata confounds me. I'm trying to visualize it, and it ain't happening. There are too many questions. Questions such as do teeth grow in a vagina dentata like they do in a mouth? If so, does said teething hurt? Would you place Oragel or Jack Daniels on the teeth's "gum line" when teething? I don't have a fixation on teething. I am just trying to figure out the mechanics of the thing. It's all an immense conundrum for me as is time travel and American voters.
This movie, however bizarre the premise is, does intrigue me. I think this review placed this movie in the probably will rent pile instead of the run away from this movie with flailing hands pile in which it was previously.
Posted by: Gigi Worthington at January 28, 2008 3:26 PM
Somehow, having a toothed vagina just doesn't say "empowerment" to me. Empowerment is about taking control of your sexuality, not having a sexuality that mutilates people you cannot empower yourself against. Also, ew. Gross. Ew.
Posted by: Cady at January 28, 2008 3:33 PM
Gigi Worthington: It does open a whole new marketing line. Given how obssessed Americans are with white teeth. I can see the ads for the whitening strips now.
Posted by: PaddyDog at January 28, 2008 3:48 PM
Gigi Worthington: It does open a whole new marketing line. Given how obssessed Americans are with white teeth. I can see the ads for the whitening strips now.
Posted by: PaddyDog at January 28, 2008 3:49 PM
Wow... I kinda want to see this, even though it will probably scar me for life.
Posted by: KatyBelle at January 28, 2008 3:56 PM
So instead of douching, would she just chew some Orbit gum? Perhaps Trident gum would be better, since it's recommended by 4 out of 5 dentists who chew gum. You sure as hell wouldn't want to get a cavity in your cavity.
Kevin Longrie, "omg nom nom nom" is the new phrase I'm going to use to bewilder my friends. Yes, I'll then have to explain to them why I'm laughing so hard after saying it, but it'll be worth it to see the looks on their faces. I think it may take the place of "pearl farmer" at the top of our list of commonly used phrases.
Posted by: CptCrckpot at January 28, 2008 4:34 PM
Thanks Kevin - you made my day.
Nom nom nom.
Posted by: Anne (in Reno) at January 28, 2008 4:55 PM
Paddydog: The thought of placing a whitening strip anywhere near my nether regions induces pain. Whitening strips burn my gums. I can only imagine the glorious feeling that they would induce on the vaginal area. I have a feeling that if vagina dentata were a reality Summer's Eve would join with Crest to create some crazy ass toothpaste. The marketing campaign would be interesting.
Posted by: Gigi Worthington at January 28, 2008 4:58 PM
This isn't the first time a movie this crazy has been made.
The Killer Condom, a German film, revolves around creatures who disguise themselves as condoms so that when men put them on they bite 'it' off.
The main character is a detective who gets his one of his balls bitten off by one of the creatures while getting it on with a male prostitute.
Anyway the concept doesn't really bother me, I love me some dark as the devil's heart humor.
Posted by: Andrew831 at January 28, 2008 5:50 PM
I just find it interesting that the character's name is "Dawn O'Keefe", and Georgia O'Keefe was famous for drawing vagina-flowers. Coincidence? I think now.
Posted by: Bailey at January 28, 2008 6:47 PM
Wednesday--you just made my Monday!
Posted by: anikitty at January 28, 2008 7:04 PM
Why would anyone -- except maybe a recent rape victim -- want to see a movie involving male genital mutilation? I'm especially appalled that this was directed by out gay actor Mitch Lichtenstein, who was so fine in Ang Lee's "The Wedding Banquet" and should know that a cock should never be desecrated. I wonder what his father Roy would say?
Posted by: Matt at January 28, 2008 7:24 PM
Why would anyone -- except maybe a recent rape victim -- want to see a movie involving male genital mutilation? I'm especially appalled that this was directed by out gay actor Mitch Lichtenstein, who was so fine in Ang Lee's The Wedding Banquet and should know that a cock should never be desecrated. I wonder what his father Roy would say?
Posted by: Matt at January 28, 2008 7:25 PM
Vagina Dentata, what a wonderful phrase!
Vagina Dentata, ain't no passing craaaze!
It means no manhood, for the rest of your daaaays!
It's a phallus-free philosophy, Vagina Dentata!!
Don't tell me I was the only one with that tune running through my head. I just added the (im)proper words in the right places.
Posted by: Lammergeier13 at January 28, 2008 8:53 PM
Alabamapink,
You think she shaved every place he'd been as well?
Posted by: Jo 'Mama' Besser at January 28, 2008 8:56 PM
Yeah.....I'm not really feeling the empowerment vibe.
*Rubs Vermillion's back and fetches TK some Reese's cups*
Nevertheless, I don't think I've laughed this hard at the comments in a long time. And Wednesday might have the most salient point of all. Oh, Pajibans, how I love thee.
Posted by: Daphne at January 28, 2008 9:33 PM
Lammergeier13, I love you for making me laugh. And I hate you for putting a song in my head that doesn't seem like it's gonna leave any time soon. I guarantee I'll still be humming this tomorrow even during class. Damn.
Posted by: Sharon at January 28, 2008 9:43 PM
This isn't a film promoting empowerment, it's a film promoting anal.
Posted by: Andrew831 at January 28, 2008 10:01 PM
Yup - not exactly a movie to go, 'Yeah man, now the chicks are getting even! Ha!' because it (the subject matter) is both gross and stupid and the oldest chestnut in the book - in fact, I'm not totally sure I can envision a method by which the film could be done right. That said, I haven't seen it, and possibly would just to confirm my theory (a sad truth is that is mostly what my film experience is these days - confirming my fears) but Son of Lichtenstein? Buh. Went on the art school trip to New York City and who was on at the Guggenheim? You guessed it. Drivel. and DULL!
Holy, was I pissed...
Posted by: Rebeccah at January 28, 2008 10:26 PM
I wonder if her vagina only has 64 teeth, like the human mouth, or some other permutation?
Did she start out with baby teeth that fell out when she first got her period? Do they fall out at the rate of once per month?
Maybe she's got rows of teeth. Like a Great White Shark.
...either way, it tastes of fish.
Posted by: Withnail at January 28, 2008 10:58 PM
More importantly: When it's cold, does her crotch chatter?
Jo'Mama'- Tee hee.
Posted by: Alabamapink at January 28, 2008 11:16 PM
Does she brush and floss?
Posted by: Withnail at January 28, 2008 11:25 PM
so what my PENIS IS RIBBED FOR HER PLEASURE, Iguess thats not quite the equal, live and learn
Posted by: PASADENAMIKE at January 29, 2008 12:26 AM
So what, my PENIS IS RIBBED FOR HER PLEASURE, I guess thats not quite the equal, live and learn
Posted by: PASADENAMIKE at January 29, 2008 12:27 AM
I have no interest in this movie (seems way more exploitative than empowering to me), but damn if this isn't the funniest comment thread in a long time.
Posted by: TT at January 29, 2008 12:46 AM
Sorry TK, you can't have it back. I'm only half way through - none too steady on my feet.
I think I'll be singing with Lammergeier13 over in this corner.
*starts singing to the tune of Bésame, bésame mucho*
"vagina, vagina dentata..."
Posted by: general rhubarb at January 29, 2008 1:15 AM
In my community she has what we affectionately call a Snapper.
Posted by: Pookie at January 29, 2008 1:22 AM
If men are so deathly afraid of getting castrated by teeth...how come none of them seem to be afraid of blowjobs?
Ha! Wednesday, you're my new hero.
Posted by: Jen at January 29, 2008 3:09 AM
The top 5 changes in a world where vagina dentata is common:
5) The quality of your dentist easily determined by checking how many fingers he has left
4) Safe Sex now defined as Anal Sex
3) Kotex - Now with Whitening Strips
2) "Not tonight, I have a toothache."
1) Two words: Kevlar Condoms
Posted by: CptCrckpot at January 29, 2008 6:30 AM
Good bad or plain awful I'm still going to get roped into seeing this with my Gay BF-he's been saying for years that he likes men because vaginas have teeth. He was giddy with joy when he heard about this and made me promise I'd join him because no one else would watch it. It should be entertaining at least to watch the reactions of men in the audience.
And Wednesday-that's why I always advise the men I know to be wary when they've pissed off their significant other and then get offered head...it's a recipie for disaster.
Posted by: Ms. Parker at January 29, 2008 6:37 AM
ummm, Withnail? the "human mouth", as you call it, typically has only 32 teeth.
is there anything you want to tell us?
Posted by: causaubon at January 29, 2008 7:01 AM
shit!!!
are there any dentists or dental students out there in Pajibia?
after posting my previous comment i counted my own teeth, and i've only got 28. i think i'm missing 4 molars. my wisdom teeth grew in in my late teens/early 20's but they didn't pulled because there was room for them to grow in.
i'm feeling very strange right now. have i lived 32 years with some kind "condition" that i don't know about?
help.
Posted by: causaubon at January 29, 2008 7:24 AM
Pajiba dentata..
Posted by: CasKo at January 29, 2008 7:42 AM
You guys are on your GAME today. Alabamapink, I was thinking the same thing (wonder if they had guts enough to put Nine Inch Nails in the soundtrack - Trent Reznor's been afraid of toothy vag his whole career).
Wednesday: I've always wondered that as well...
Lammergeier13: Thanks for scarring my childhood memories so hilariously.
On a side note - can we retire the "empowerment" genre? Does every movie featuring a woman have to be justified (or vilified) based on whether or not it can be called "empowering"? I am a woman, I am already powerful, thank you! I can enjoy or not enjoy your movie based on its own merits (or lack thereof), I promise!
Yeesh.
Timon & Pumbaa, take me away... "Pajiba Dentata!
Posted by: Tammy at January 29, 2008 10:56 AM
It's kind of like a bad accident...Don't want to watch, but you just can't help but read the whole review. Ridiculous premise. Hilarious comments.
CasKo, you stole my thunder. That's the next logical step. Pajiba changes it's tagline from "Scathing reviews for bitchy people" to "Pajiba Dentata...reviews with teeth..."
Posted by: Captain Cliche at January 29, 2008 12:14 PM
I have nothing to say but ha ha ha ha ha ha. This movie has united us all in vagina dentata jokes. And my question was just as was mentioned, how does she get the severed penis out? Gross.
Posted by: lyricalcatt at January 29, 2008 12:33 PM
Vermillion, your comment tickled me because I just saw a stage production of "Little Shop of Horrors" a couple of weeks ago (high school theater group, and my nephew was Orin the dentist). Because I hadn't seen the movie in an aeon, I rented it right afterward. So not only am I hearing the "Suppertiiiiiiime" riff, I'm also thinking, "You're gonna git it!"
Funny note in the extra features: Frank Oz did not want Audrey to look like "giant flapping hamburger buns," so numerous puppeteers controlled the movements of its mouth.
Posted by: Noelegy at January 29, 2008 7:29 PM
I wonder if her vagina only has 64 teeth, like the human mouth, or some other permutation?
-Withnail
To which I say: holy christ, you have sixty-four teeth?!
Posted by: hellcat at January 29, 2008 8:09 PM
Call me someone who has to think all scenarios through to the end (also known as a conversation killer), but my biggest question is what happens to the dismembered penis after it has been, well, chomped? Does she have to dig it out or is there some sort of spitting action? The last thing a rapist would except would be to have his own severed penis projected into his face, so I am kinda hoping for the action-ending.
Posted by: BLA at January 30, 2008 9:34 AM
RE "my biggest question is what happens to the dismembered penis"
My first thought, too.
I have no interest in seeing this film. I always thought the myth itself reflected hatred of women, not fear of them. That's probably a really obvious conclusion, but whatever.
Posted by: Slash at January 30, 2008 12:00 PM
guys... i'm feeling sad because I didn't get the joke everyone has laughed at. What's the key to Kevin's "omg nom nom nom"? Now I'm dying of curiosity.
Posted by: mas at January 30, 2008 5:25 PM
For all the people questioning the dental formations for this, stop thinking about human teeth, and start thinking of a lamprey, or various other eels (it seems more logical because it doesn't really call for a jaw structure).
As for the content of the movie, my junk twinges with just the review, actually seeing the movie would probably put me off sex forever.
omm nom nom nom: to this i only say BUUUHHHH
Posted by: Peter at January 30, 2008 6:59 PM
I thought it was Troma that did the Killer Condom...or...is Troma German?
Also, I suppose this can be considered an "empowerment" film in the same way that "Captivity" and "I Spit On Your Grave" are.
Posted by: Renee at January 31, 2008 10:10 AM
i need to puke now
thanks!
Posted by: Plobes at January 31, 2008 4:49 PM
I just watched this movie, and completely loved it, if only for Jess Weixler's performance. In my opinion, she saved the movie from becoming merely a campy spectacle. She made Dawn utterly believable and sympathetic, amidst all the wang-chompings.
Nom nom nom indeed.
Posted by: deedee at July 20, 2008 3:26 PM