Anna Biller's latest, The Love Witch, is a throwback to films like Hammer's Dracula, Blood and Black Lace, Black Eye, and Barbarella. Super-saturated with color, marinated in pure sex, and melodramatic to the extreme, these films are EXTRA-cheesy and I love the fuck out of them.
|That's it, mama. Smoke up that classic convertable.
Elaine, our lead and played delightfully by Samantha Robinson, is a recent widow/divorcee/not-really-sure fleeing from a past she'd rather forget but also starting to weave her own little web of debauchery in her new digs. Digs where her old coven seem to know exactly where to find her at all times. (This is important, somehow, but I still haven't quite placed my finger on it.)
Her schtick? She's addicted to love. Like a reject from a Robert Palmer video, she gives us garage-door eyeshadow and a tasteful coral lip to get what she wants and what she wants is a man to love her forever. Except she keeps getting it wrong and either having to kill them or just watching them die. Horribly. Not in the way of "Oh, that death was gruesome", more like "Oh. No. I'm. Dying." hilariousness.
|You heard me, bitch. DO. BETTER.
|So much unsexy nude in this movie. I mean, it wasn't all bad but damn.
I may have to give this one a try sober but I feel that I may have been spoiled myself for choice this time around. I think it would still be fun but not AS fun. Still, this is one of the best instances of unintentional comedy-horror ever made. (The director prefers that it be known as a melodrama but she's wrong.)
Anyway, bust out those go-go boots and fringe dresses, spark up a blunt, get yourself some munchies and check out The Love Witch. You won't be disappointed.