EVIL ED (1996)
Director: Anders Jacobsson
Writers: Anders Jacobsson, Göran Lundström, Christer Ohlsson
Starring: Johan Rudebeck, Per Löftburg, Olof Rhodin
So Arrow Films has seen fit to bestow upon us a special edition of the cult classic, Evil Ed. “Why?” you ask. Simple: because it’s guaranteed money in the bank for them. Folks who enjoy “cult classics” will plunk down just about any amount of dough on any cult film released by anyone. But for the more discerning film buff, is Evil Ed worth your money? Or, more importantly, your time?
Evil Ed follows the story of Edward Swenson (Johan Rudebeck), a film editor tasked with editing a series of violent slasher films for international release. Soon though, he is driven insane by the frequent exposure to bloodshed, and it’s only a matter of time before he turns his editing skills to human flesh and starts hacking people to pieces!
Evil Ed managed to become a cult success on video cassette because, I’m pretty certain, it was mistaken for The Evil Dead by those too brain damaged to know the difference. Directed and co-written by Anders Jacobsson (who also brought us the execrable Insane), Evil Ed is a festering sore of a film that lingers in your mind much like an egg fart in a hot car: you don’t want it there and you certainly don’t wanna smell it, but it’s there and you’re stuck with it.
Evil Ed suffers drastically from an uninvolving storyline, humor so unfunny it’s insulting, and is littered with so many references to better films (like Gremlins, Evil Dead 2, and Blue Velvet) that it turns the whole notion of “fanboy love letter” into a
That’s right. Wipe the tears from your eyes.
For a splatter film, Evil Ed doesn’t seem that concerned with giving the viewer their money’s worth. The gore and violence are really no more than can be found in the average R-rated horror film playing at your local theater. When a splatter film doesn’t even show a guy get dismembered, nor does it show the aftermath, it has utterly failed at being a splatter film—and was probably only marketed that way because a) the filmmakers figured splatter fans are easily entertained, or b) they hadn’t the slightest fucking clue as to what a splatter film is. Only the final scenedelivers any semblance of “the goods,” and those bits are nice, but having to sit through ninety-minutes of headache-inducing boredom to get there is not at all worth the price. What makes Evil Ed an odd case is that it was made as a protest against censorship in Sweden. Until 1996, Sweden had a policy censoring any and all sex and violence in horror movies. With this logic, you’d think the filmmakers would strive to deliver as much sex and violence as could hang on a story and plot (á la Buttgereit’s Nekromantik, made for similar reasons). But they don’t. Instead, we’re given a borderline anemic film containing about as much blood as is on your girlfriend’s tampon/Maxipad during that time of the month, but that’s far less entertaining.
Evil Ed edits your patience and entertainment down to the nub, then keeps going. Other than the use of “Donut Lady” by Mambo Kings on the menu screen, there is absolutely nothing worthwhile about Evil Ed. Arrow Films is, of course, hawking the movie for forty bucks because they think their fans are gullible enough to buy it (at best, it’s worth one cent plus free shipping); of course, their gullible fans will be dropping their money on it because of the film’s cult status (and because it’s an Arrow film), then refuse to admit they’ve been had. For the rest of us, put those two twenties to better use and wipe your ass with them.
|Ed isn't happy with my review. Fuck 'em.|