Review of Treasure Chest of Horrors II

Mona Screamalot (redhead hottie Veronica Ricci) and her crazy hillbilly family relate six tales of terror. Said stories center on a hopelessly uncool dork who kills his family on Christmas day because he didn't get the right hat as a present, a giant killer baby (pudgy indie horror mainstay Shawn C. Phillips in a diaper), a backwoods psycho cannibal who butchers a bunch of folks looking for oil in his neck of the woods, two geeks who get killed at a prom, a sicko holding a girl (Phillips again in drag and a curly blonde wig) captive in his basement, and, in the best, most funny, and inspired segment, a hapless guy is driven insane by a painful and irritating bacterial infection in his gums. Boy, does this flick possess all the correct endearingly cruddy bad movie vices to qualify as an entertaining schlockfest: Amateurish acting by a lame no-name cast, tacky make-up, clumsy use of strenuous slow motion, an amusing sense of cheerful lowbrow humor, a meandering pace, ham-fisted (mis)direction, crude cinematography, and cheesy gore. A deliciously crummy hoot.