The secret to making jerky is the marinade
Jarv’s Rating: A very fair and balanced 2 Changs out of 4. This is close to being almost ideal drunken cinema, but seems to lack confidence in becoming a proper “bad” movie. Which is weird, considering it is called Trailer Park of Terror. It isn’t like anyone is watching this expecting Merchant Ivory, is it?
As my Birthday has now passed, and I’m not going to get to see Conan until next week, I may as well update the schlock vault entries I’ve been watching recently. First to shamble it’s rotting corpse out of the vault was the previously reviewed Vampire Girl v Frankenstein Girl, which I thoroughly enjoyed. The second entry in this recent run was Trailer Park of Terror. I own up at the start to once again picking a film based entirely on its name, and to be honest, that has left me watching the odd disastrously un-entertaining film in the past. However, Trailer Park of Terror seemed to me to hold some real potential as an idea. So, with confidence brimming, I stuck it on and, for the most part, it did indeed live up to the lofty standards of the name, with the odd really moment. However, for the most part, Trailer Park of Terror came across as a bit, well, smug, and I think there’s actually a much, much better film lurking around in here.
I find there is a frequent common thread in underrated films: terrible marketing. Some films are just either misrepresented, or someone has been extremely lazy in the marketing department, or someone has failed to understand the film. Black Snake Moan is a case in point. Seriously, look at that poster- we’ve got a semi-naked and sultry Christina Ricci chained up with a glowering and angry Samuel L. Jackson grasping the other end of her leash. It is a poster designed to hit as many taboo buttons as it can. It reeks of sex, miscegenation, inter-generational naughtiness, misogyny and whole lot of exploitative fun. It looks like it could be a poster for a Russ Meyer film.
Black Snake Moan is not exploitation.