ccthemovieman-1
This turned out to be a lot more of a comedy than a horror film. Seeing shrunken heads flying around was pretty unique and cool-looking but a lot more funny than scary. That's okay; I enjoyed it as a comedy.There really wasn't much to this Grade B-horror flick expect a lot of voodoo nonsense, which was taken quite seriously in here. What a croc! I actually believe would take this stuff seriously.Nevertheless, it's always satisfying to see a bunch of hoods get what's coming to them as our headless heroes did in here, seeking revenge on those responsible for their odd condition.Talk about an original story! Fun stuff.
cre8it8
Shrunken Heads is a brilliant and hilarious satire. The movie starts like a Disney film, the good kids vs the bad kids - until the bad kid kill all the good kids. Big Mo, the lesbian mob boss has moved Vinny, leader of the bad gang, into her mob after the killings. But... the neighborhood newsvendor, an old Haitian played deliciously by Julius Harris, was apparently a colonel in ex Hatian dictator Duvalier's notorious Ton Ton Macoute. To promote his idea of social justice, he severs the heads of the dead boys, shrinks them and then re-animates them into tiny super heroes. Simple enough, but Tommy still loves his old girlfriend, Sally, who is now with Vinny. The love triangle between Vinny, Sally and poor shunken head Tommy is beyond belief! This film is absolutely brilliant!
kgsmith1
This may just be the worst movie ever produced. Worst plot, worst acting, worst special effects...be prepared if you want to watch this. The only way to get enjoyment out of it is to light a match and burn the tape of it, knowing it will never fall into the hands of any sane person again.
eminges
Julius Harris and Meg Foster on the same set with Matthew Bright and Richard Elfman and it still SUCKS? That's an achievement in itself. I mean, you could film Julius Harris and Meg Foster sitting in Barcaloungers discussing the top five turkeys each has been in or the five wildest wrap parties they've attended, and get 90 minutes of interesting film. You could film 90 minutes of Rebecca Herbst playing beach volleyball in a string bikini in slow motion and be 90 minutes ahead of Shrunken Heads in basic entertainment value. Why bother with all the additional time and effort to extrude this fece?You sit through what seems like hours of set-up, a lame, stylized, West-Side-Storyish plot backed by imitation Danny Elfman incidental music that just keeps telling us and telling us to bear with it, folks, this is all just clever as hell, pretty soon we're going to swing into action here, and then...nothing. I mean, I think there should be a cable channel that runs nothing but Freeway 24 hours a day. How is it possible that the guy responsible for Freeway can't see that HIS MOVIE DOESN'T HAVE AN ENDING? It just STOPS.Seriously, I haven't been this ticked off at such a major waste of film stock since Blue Monkey.
AD
