Creeper (2015)
Starring Levi Anderson, Chloe Rosenthall, Kurk Kasparian
Directed by Ron Huffstutter
Is it a safe assumption that there are a select few men out there in the big, wide world that absolutely HATE their ladies to leave their sight? The idea of a woman getting away from them is a chilling thought, especially to those who have a fondness for keeping their female acquaintances tied up in a spare room… try filling THAT one in the “interests” section over at Match.com. Follow me behind the veil of normalcy to check out how lascivious the regular folk like their “dirty time.”
All jokes aside (okay, maybe a few more on tap), we’ve got here a short film (54 minute runtime) titled Creeper that focuses its efforts on the more sexually depraved types – the guys that probably haven’t been lucky with the opposite sex, and decide the best route is to brutally take what they want by force, and “dispose” of the remnants. Take our lead character, Oliver (Anderson) for example – unlucky in love, even worse at conversation, although all of these buxom beauties end up in his apartment at one point or another – his technique? Usually comes in pill form, crushed and stirred in their drink, and after the bar hopping victim is safely snoozing, courtesy of “Captain Roofie,” their next awakened moment is followed by a bloodcurdling scream, and their eventual demise is then imminent. Oliver’s sick sense of enjoyment isn’t the only depraved showcasing we’re privy to – we’ve also got the creepier than creepy taxi driver (Bloody F. Mess – yes, this is his name in the credits) who loves to offer rides to pretty young women, and “service” himself at the drop of a hat, and lumped into this triumvirate of sexual debauchery is the exploits of a homeless veteran, who has a penchant for hitting the bottle rather heavily.
Confused yet? Believe me, you’re not alone. As I watched this 54-minute exercise of utter debasement, I wondered if there were to be somewhat of a connection between the three main characters, and maybe an explanation for their behavior? Well fear not, voyeurs, as your questions will soon be attended to, but first we must throw a new entity into the mix – a legitimate girlfriend for our resident psycho, Oliver. It turns out that the little office hottie, Maggie (Rosenthall) that Oliver has been petrified to speak to has decided to introduce her drunken self to him at his favorite pickup spot, only this time he doesn’t make her one of his endless rabble of victims, but begins to fall in hopeless love with her instead. Now I’m normally all about the details, but 54 minutes of sexual torture and gore-splattering violence CAN actually get a little tiring in such a short amount of time, and I believe that’s why Huffstutter opted to throw in a nice curveball of a relationship story to break up the monotony, and it works in minimal fashion. For a low-to-no budget production, the entertainment factor can be placed on a sliding scale depending upon your level of sick mindedness. Gore and nudity are tame for the eyes, and performances fall into a black hole of obscurity – bottom line is: you won’t care that you’re watching D-level talent, but you’ll be amused at the same time, and it’s at least worth a one-time look-see, I’d advise you to keep this one out of the PTA conversations.
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