Directed by: Silvia St. Croix (a female director!)
Written by: William Butler, Muffy Bolding (the killer from April Fool's Day), and Aaron Strongoni
Starring: Not Gary Busey
The Gingerdead Man is back for some reason and goes nuts at a movie studio. He makes food puns, kills a bunch of people, and humps a puppet. Then he gets crucified.
WHAT YOU SAY?
“This is gonna be a f#$%ing cake-walk.”
“It’s time to send you back to Hell…’s Kitchen.”
ISN’T THAT SPECIAL?
Aside from having one of the greatest subtitles in the history of filmdom…
…which it totally earns, by the way…
Gingerdead Man 2 is a prime example of latter-day Full Moon videos. It’s full of puppets and gory murders, but it’s also very self-effacing. The film takes places at Cheatum Studios, which is a low-rent direct-to-video company much like Full Moon. Its main franchise is a Puppetmaster rip-off, subbing Leech Woman and The Jester for creatures like “Shit-for-Brains” and “The Haunted Dildo.” It is a pretty brutal statement on the quality of these films.
From a gay standpoint, it has a well-known David DeCoteau cameo, and some clever winks to the gay horror fans out there.
There’s some male beefcake (particularly in the Decoteau scene), but a lot more emphasis on women. However, the film has a pronounced affinity for plus-sizes.
Which is weirdly progressive, I guess.
Limbs are hacked off, eyes dangle, and the killer cookie impales two people with one meat cleaver (which is physically impossible, but slightly more realistic than when he drove a car in part one). There’s also a lot of fake-poop-splatter.
OK. IS IT GAY?
Honestly, I thought this film would be smooth sailing. I thought that with the involvement of DeCoteau (and other horror “celebrities” like John Buechler and Adam Green), the film would be wholesome, inclusive horror. I didn’t expect a prancing queen who gets raped and murdered by a curling iron… and likes it.
No other gay-positive scenes can atone for that mean-spirited murder. The Gingerdead Man calls the character a “creampuff,” a “fruitcake,” and a few other pastry-related puns, and he takes more delight in murdering him than any of the straight victims. It’s not in good fun like the other murders. I have to give this two Pat Robertsons.