It's My Party And I'll Bleed If I Want To

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I think Murder Party might be the kind of movie that only works for you if you've ever found yourself surrounded by the kind of hipster artist assholes that populate the lofts of Williamsburg and, as your eyes began to glaze over while staring at another sheet of sheet metal and your ears began to dull with the coke-fueled conversations about how fucking unreal real is, you suddenly has visions of unloosed chainsaws dancing in your head.

Here is where I'd normally sheepishly ask that I'm not the only one that entertained such fantasies at such moments, but Murder Party told me it was okay to think such thoughts; hell, it's okay to make a whole movie about it!

So thanks, Murder Party, for turning wishes into (celluloid) reality.

Murder Party tells the story of a semi-lovable loser - the kind of fellow that gives his cat free reign over the only recliner - and his accidental stumble into the world of a Deranged Artist Collective intent on making him - specifically his insides - their pet art project.

Not as wholly clever as it thinks it is, MP is still a lot of fun, if only for how unexpectedly it rolls out, and how spectacularly gross it gets in its last act. I grew kind of tired of the film's hero, Christopher aka The Brown Knight, leaving his cardboard armor on for the entire film - his helmet specifically seemed to really limit his vision, and the film's over-reliance on the visual (that honestly wasn't that funny to begin with) of his shoddy costume slowly becoming more and more... red... in place of the logic that the first thing I'd have done was rip that damned mobility-impairing thing off, well that got on my nerves. It was symptomatic of the film's occasional visible straining at the seams to seem more clever than it really was, kind of like the very artist-types it was intent on skewering.

Still, the film's worth a rental. It's unfailingly weird, for one thing - there's a large centerpiece to the film that's nothing more than the characters dosed on sodium pentathol and sharing their feelings that comes out of nowhere - and once the "murder" portion of the party gets under way, it embraces it's concept fully.
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