However, there are those rare times you see something that is truly bizarre and original that it reinvigorates your desire for “outsider” cinema. THE GRUESOME DEATH OF TOMMY PISTOL is one of those films. Essentially a splatter-comedy anthology, this film is actually a surprising take on the struggles of one trying to stay afloat in even the lowest part of Hollywood’s underbelly. Even more surprising, it is a sharp commentary on the desire for fame and the absurd lengths one will go to achieve it. And, in the biggest shocker, it is a film that actually has heart. Oh, and blood, lots of blood to match that heart on display.
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Snuff Boss (Caleb Emerson, last seen harassing people on a bus in Damon Packard’s FOXFUR). Yup, naïve ol’ Tommy’s first gig is to be in a snuff film. Luckily, he is not “the star” but only the executioner. Wide-eyed Tommy couldn’t tell the difference though as he marvels at the “set” and “props” for this lavish production. He dives into his role with vigor as he kills his first victim (Mia Tyler again) with a cheese grater. This kid is a natural and the crew is all impressed (“Tommy, you’re a fucking artist,” screams the boss). However, things get messy when one of the captive girls (Kimberly Kane) escapes and starts offing her captors. Star-struck Tommy won’t have someone cutting in on his action, so he straps her down and uses her bloodstream to make a bloody Slip ‘n Slide.
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