2.7 stars. It starts of likeable in a lop-sided way, but becomes increasingly turgid. There is an interesting balance between the goofy and the truly grubby, which tips in favour of the latter with the grotesque and unnecessary rape scene. Others might argue this is what finally moves the film into horror, playing off an able-bodied audience's fear of the sexed disabled body. The puppet is winningly lumpy.
And I thought Basket Case’s just a weird tale about an outsider’s revenge against those who forced him to conform, but then it turned out to be a Freudian metaphor about the sexual forces competing within a young man - those of love, lust, violence. The really crappy FX and the realistic early 80s New York milieu give the film a special feeling, an awkward mix of authenticity, amateurism and underground cinema.
Schlocky n' trashy, but fun as hell late grindhouse-era film that may be pretty repetitive and unrefined, but is quite charming. Taking cues from H.G. Lewis and containing a grungy New York City atmosphere, the film often tells its narrative quite confidently-- such as the ease of the flashback scene around the hour mark-- and if it may not emote very well, it's quite a nifty late-night flick.
This movie is really growing on me. I was force to re watch this because it was claimed I did not give it a fair review during the first viewing. After watching it a second time I am finally beginning to see the campyness to this.... and it makes me want to Basket Case 2 and 3 now!
The production is raw to the point its charming, its 42nd Street location feels far more vivid than in more larger-scale stories, the actresses are unglamorous but more beautiful on screen, and Henenlotter’s mix of sympathetic characters with bizarre and ridiculous special effects and gross-out gore creates a film that, on a second viewing, is far more imaginative and interesting than more glossier horror films.