Deathgasm makes me feel young again. It proves that I never grew out of this puerile, teenager humor. Hitting all the comedic and gore-soaked points of the films that it reinvigorates, it even amps it up much higher than Dead Alive, Re-Animator, or Evil Dead 2. While sometimes Deathgasm tries too forcefully to make you laugh, it still often transcends the formula. Truly one of the best splatter-horror comedies ever.
An extra star for idiot heart. In fact, an idiot's heart may be an especially endearing heart. It should be obvious that Deathgasm is a wonderful name for a movie (and a metal band fronted by errant Kiwi teenagers). That being said: the humor is lame, very lame. I can often dig lame. The real downer here, however, is the normalized, reactionary social politics that serve the title not at all. This movie is square.
Attention horror hounds: this may be the best splatter flick since Peter Jackson's 'Dead-Alive' and at the very least shares the same DNA. First feature from special effects guru Howden wears its influences proudly but provides a lot of comedy, gore and freakin' metal. A thoroughly enjoyable throwback right to its discman. Oh, and hail satin.
A fun and gore-filled metal-ride with more violence and goofy comedy than you can shake a stick at. The acting and direction is solid throughout and the whole things reads like The Evil Dead meets Spinal Tap in a weird way. So while I was entertained the movie might not scale any new heights in the pantheon of splatter-comedies, but it proudly stands its ground.
The most American New Zealand film I ever saw (although I haven't watched many films made in New Zealand)
While there's something to be said about it being a teen movie that allows itself to have actual awkward teen moments, it is overall way too slick and MTv looking to be entirely enjoyable for me.
Although I have to say that "do demons recognize light time savings?" is a damn brilliant line.
This film is pure metal wish-fulfillment, which is why I am willing to forgive its more juvenile attributes. I wasn't a teenage metalhead but this is an amusing and affectionate ode, though it does embrace the cheaper gimmicks of the genre rather than the stuff that interests me (transcendentalism mainly). At its best reminds of Peter Jackson, Edgar Wright. I hope teenagers see this, I've outgrown it though.
Excluding the Immortal infamous videoclip tribute and some Emperor songs, this is pure crap. Fart jokes are no longer allowed in 2015 and those SFX are a mess, way far from the original NZ classic style they wish to recreate. A Bad Taste t-shirt doesn't save the day an it's better to go back to classes before shooting this amauterish thing.