Running time 101 minutes
Written by Trent Haaga
Directed by Marcel Sarmiento and Gadi Harel
Starring Shiloh Fernandez, Noah Segan
When a monstrous piece of exploitative junk called Deadgirl was unveiled to aghast audiences almost a year ago in the “midnight madness” program at the Toronto International Film Festival, it was labeled “too shocking to produce.” But here it is. Vile and disgusting, it is being shown at special midnight shows next week, before opening wider in August. Don’t say you haven’t been warned.
Rickie and JT, two unpopular high-school slackers from impoverished backgrounds, cut classes, pack a few beers and escape from their teenage ennui by exploring an abandoned mental institution. Feeling their way through an underground tunnel that leads to the old boiler room on the other side of a rusty metal door, they come across the body of a naked woman wrapped in plastic. Unhinged and feverish with an adrenaline rush, they naturally believe they’ve stumbled into the lair of a maniac. But the room has been sealed for so many years that nobody could possibly have entered. Things go from creepy to terrifying when the “corpse” comes to life. They drill it with bullets, but it will not die. JT suggests they turn their discovery into a sex slave for their personal gratification, and as they plunge into an orgy of brutality and necrophilia, Rickie grapples with a form of skewered morality but doesn’t say no. Pretty soon, their secret is out and others join the torture and fun. The cadaver chews off one boy’s Johnson and a vicious dog’s throat and blood splatters across the wall to the tune of a Viennese waltz. One bite from the “deadgirl” is lethal, as the high-school football hero finds out when his bowels fall out in the locker room. Obviously, blow jobs are out. But eventually, they devise a plan to create their own harem of zombies. In Toronto, three people fainted during the climax. New Yorkers are a tougher lot. They’ll probably just laugh.
Written by a weirdo named Trent Haaga for no other purpose than to outrage, Deadgirl is part S&M porno, part supernatural chiller, and worthy only if you’re interested in how far movies can go before the police arrive. It is not recommended for anyone concerned about mental health, especially their own. The filmmakers are calling it “depraved, poignant and genre-busting,” but I suggest they look up the definition of “poignant” again and substitute “perverted.” It was co-directed by two enthusiastically twisted sisters named Marcel Sarmiento and Gadi Harel, who was once a reporter for The New York Observer! In times of economic crisis, I guess you gotta do something.