Step on up. Step on up. The circus is back in town with this Code Red release. Two other companies to be wary of are Scorpion and Substance Releases. Vinegar Syndrome doesn't fare much better either.
Only two minutes into the movie, and already we're on the Metro 212 with a junkie on board, armed and in need of her next fix.
It looks like it's 2am. I doubt the bus would run this early in the morning. Or, did they film this real late to prevent the nosy public from interfering?
Elsewhere, a recovering heroin addict, in a muck lather of perspiration, is going through withdrawal symptoms and nightmares on Elm Street. Is that Melanie Griffith?
Premonitions of aircraft catastrophes and body parts keep occurring as the heroin addict foresees Ginger Lynn coming away unscathed.
Ginger is treated like a celebrity in the aftermath and offered special treatment in the hospital to avoid the waiting press, so she slips out of a side corridor via the necropsy storage room, where all the flesh-eating fentanyl zombies wait in line to be released.
Confronted by a 13-year-old tranq user, the force is on display, which sees a dump truck try to mow down Ginger with no one at the helm.
Can we check the pulse of this movie, please?
The Halloween 3 theory about doctors and patients mixing is a no-no and overruled, as Ginger's medical practitioner falls for her instantly, which takes up a large bulk of the storyline and blocks its arteries. And how romantic involvement enhances the movie - who knows? Hampers it, if you ask me, considering that the DVD cover, with its green skull, is awesome yet misleading at the same time.
The junkies from the flesh-eating ward are somehow released from their holding cells and start showing up in their bath gowns, which makes no sense.
Or are they the dead victims of the plane crash?
The beginning of the movie sort of didn't go into detail concerning the plane crash. It was passed off as a dream sequence.
I'm being patient with you, movie, but you're like a drama with no action or horror. To be truthful, you're borderline boring and on a UV drip with a clear liquid of no nutritional value.
"God, Carla, you're not making any sense," says Ginger Lynn. And neither is this movie.
Saving Melanie Griffith from a ten-story suicide attempt, Ginger then finds herself down in a carpark basement with the Night Slasher parked around the corner. Just take the stairs, lady. Following my orders, she does, but encounters Deke DaSilva, who's strung out of his brain and part of the flesh-eating fentanyl release program.
Looking at the awesome DVD cover, you'd be under the impression that this would be a space movie.
So, Ginger Lynn keeps attracting meth heads who just dead head sticker on the streets with no purpose. This won't cut it. You're not 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers.' Or is it trying to be esoteric like 'It Follows?' Who really understood that message? Overrated.
Brinke Stevens makes a cameo playing strip poker. It's a shame the director only cast her to expose herself, as she was talented as an actress and was never given a proper shot as the lead in a movie. I'm still baffled as to why she ditched the Charlene name.
(The library I'm typing this at is howling outside like the Evil Dead.)
49 minutes in, and nothing remarkable has happened so far to report.
I think they should have dedicated a bit more of the running time at the beginning to explain what it's actually about. I mean, at the 53-minute mark here, Miss Double D is being drowned by an unknown assailant, and I don't know what that's got to do with Ginger Lynn.
Do I have it right that Ginger cheated death and the dead resent her survival and come calling to claim her?
She starts popping pills and chasing them down with alcohol, which explains her delusional judgment.
A few months in a psychiatric unit with my aunt Marlene would do her a world of good.
Dipping to a new low, Melanie Griffith speaks to herself, plays with a teddy bear, then plays with a razor blade.
These people are all losing their composure.
One fentanyl junkie stabs and kills a cab driver, then the good doctor stumbles across his corpse and robs him of his tips and handgun. The doctor is then murdered by the drowning victim from earlier, while Ginger Lynn arms herself with the stolen firearm, steals a car, and books it to LA. With a taste of street life, largely thanks to the revolver in her hand, she confronts some Crip members, but they call her bluff.
Defeated, she consults Melanie Griffith and almost admits that she shared a room with my aunt Marlene, but before she can spew this revelation, Griffith blows her away and then commits suicide, where they all wind up on gurney trays in the necropolis section of the hospital where it all started.
So technically, she shouldn't have taken that backdoor exit at the start of the movie, and none of this would have happened.
What any of this means is better left interpreted by someone more clever than me.
Avoid.
Only two minutes into the movie, and already we're on the Metro 212 with a junkie on board, armed and in need of her next fix.
It looks like it's 2am. I doubt the bus would run this early in the morning. Or, did they film this real late to prevent the nosy public from interfering?
Elsewhere, a recovering heroin addict, in a muck lather of perspiration, is going through withdrawal symptoms and nightmares on Elm Street. Is that Melanie Griffith?
Premonitions of aircraft catastrophes and body parts keep occurring as the heroin addict foresees Ginger Lynn coming away unscathed.
Ginger is treated like a celebrity in the aftermath and offered special treatment in the hospital to avoid the waiting press, so she slips out of a side corridor via the necropsy storage room, where all the flesh-eating fentanyl zombies wait in line to be released.
Confronted by a 13-year-old tranq user, the force is on display, which sees a dump truck try to mow down Ginger with no one at the helm.
Can we check the pulse of this movie, please?
The Halloween 3 theory about doctors and patients mixing is a no-no and overruled, as Ginger's medical practitioner falls for her instantly, which takes up a large bulk of the storyline and blocks its arteries. And how romantic involvement enhances the movie - who knows? Hampers it, if you ask me, considering that the DVD cover, with its green skull, is awesome yet misleading at the same time.
The junkies from the flesh-eating ward are somehow released from their holding cells and start showing up in their bath gowns, which makes no sense.
Or are they the dead victims of the plane crash?
The beginning of the movie sort of didn't go into detail concerning the plane crash. It was passed off as a dream sequence.
I'm being patient with you, movie, but you're like a drama with no action or horror. To be truthful, you're borderline boring and on a UV drip with a clear liquid of no nutritional value.
"God, Carla, you're not making any sense," says Ginger Lynn. And neither is this movie.
Saving Melanie Griffith from a ten-story suicide attempt, Ginger then finds herself down in a carpark basement with the Night Slasher parked around the corner. Just take the stairs, lady. Following my orders, she does, but encounters Deke DaSilva, who's strung out of his brain and part of the flesh-eating fentanyl release program.
Looking at the awesome DVD cover, you'd be under the impression that this would be a space movie.
So, Ginger Lynn keeps attracting meth heads who just dead head sticker on the streets with no purpose. This won't cut it. You're not 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers.' Or is it trying to be esoteric like 'It Follows?' Who really understood that message? Overrated.
Brinke Stevens makes a cameo playing strip poker. It's a shame the director only cast her to expose herself, as she was talented as an actress and was never given a proper shot as the lead in a movie. I'm still baffled as to why she ditched the Charlene name.
(The library I'm typing this at is howling outside like the Evil Dead.)
49 minutes in, and nothing remarkable has happened so far to report.
I think they should have dedicated a bit more of the running time at the beginning to explain what it's actually about. I mean, at the 53-minute mark here, Miss Double D is being drowned by an unknown assailant, and I don't know what that's got to do with Ginger Lynn.
Do I have it right that Ginger cheated death and the dead resent her survival and come calling to claim her?
She starts popping pills and chasing them down with alcohol, which explains her delusional judgment.
A few months in a psychiatric unit with my aunt Marlene would do her a world of good.
Dipping to a new low, Melanie Griffith speaks to herself, plays with a teddy bear, then plays with a razor blade.
These people are all losing their composure.
One fentanyl junkie stabs and kills a cab driver, then the good doctor stumbles across his corpse and robs him of his tips and handgun. The doctor is then murdered by the drowning victim from earlier, while Ginger Lynn arms herself with the stolen firearm, steals a car, and books it to LA. With a taste of street life, largely thanks to the revolver in her hand, she confronts some Crip members, but they call her bluff.
Defeated, she consults Melanie Griffith and almost admits that she shared a room with my aunt Marlene, but before she can spew this revelation, Griffith blows her away and then commits suicide, where they all wind up on gurney trays in the necropolis section of the hospital where it all started.
So technically, she shouldn't have taken that backdoor exit at the start of the movie, and none of this would have happened.
What any of this means is better left interpreted by someone more clever than me.
Avoid.