Whose house? Clownhouse!
That’s right folks, we’re back at it this week with another super slimy movie to review, all for your enjoyment. It was Brittany’s turn to pick this week, and yet again, she could not escape her prediliction for films made in 1989. We watched Clownhouse, and it was… weird.
Casey is the baby of the family, and his brothers Geoffrey and Randy definitely don’t let him forget it. When we meet Casey, he is just waking up from a terrifying nightmare about clowns, during which he subsequently wets the bed. We learn this is a reoccuring event for him. Wanting to break Casey out of his phobia, his mother forces the boys to go to a carnival while she is out of town. The carnival goes about as well as expected, and they continue to tease Casey about being such a baby. Little do they know, there was a breakout at a local asylum that very day, and there were now three lunatics disguised as clowns preparing to pay the boys a visit…
This film is, in a word, grimy. If you know anything about it’s director- human trash can, Victor Salva- or the scandal surrounding this movie, this opinion won’t come as a big surprise. BUT, while we do touch upon it briefly, we tried to really judge this flick based on it’s own merits. We discuss how Sam Rockwell has been killing it since day one, the bogus house rules this mom has put forth, and how much we wish this insane clown posse had speaking lines. Listen up!