How many times has this happened to you? You and a friend are out drinking in a bar and a sexy someone comes on to you, but you find the person creepy. Your friend goes to the bathroom and is rendered unconscious and the sexy pickup comes back, tries to interest you again, and when you refuse, ZAP with the chloroform. Next thing, you wake up in a cell, gagged and handcuffed. Lots, right?
Right from the start, Dead Enders has two things going for it, images and wigs. The sexy pick-up artist has got the coolest collection of wigs and a lot to say. Max, her friend that shares the dungeon in which the hostage is imprisoned, happens to be long dead. The hostage has been renamed Larry (Seth Gandrud), because his captor (Psycho Wig Lady) never got his name and thinks he looks like a Larry.
There are five ways to know that a movie might not be the pick of the crop: 1) You Google the title and get no results; 2) You search IMdB, and get no results; 3) You search Netflix, and get no results; 4) A Yahoo search produces no results; and (most telling of all) 5) the distributor does not include it in his catalog. Does Dead Enders exist? Well, I watched it.
The dungeon set is complete with a cradle, a clown doll, and the key to Larry’s leg irons, which he manages to get and release himself. But where is he? How can he plan an escape when he doesn’t know what’s around corners or on the other side of walls?
There are a lot of odd camera angles and strange light effects, but it’s oddness for the sake of oddness. One-third of the way into the film, the audience has no idea where—or if—it’s going. Larry doesn’t know why he’s being held captive and Psycho Wig Lady (Christie Collins) isn’t telling. She spouts strange philosophies and engages in dark rituals, but we don’t try to guess what she’s into, we’re still trying to figure out how she managed to drag this guy out of the bar and down to wherever it is she has him.
Like crumbs to a begging dog, we are given indications that something monstrous is sharing the building with them. We also learn that the psycho chick has a collection of murdered people squirrelled away in various places. Clever Jack tries logic on her, but that doesn’t seem to help. What a surprise.
Seizing the opportunity to hit his captor with a board, Larry clobbers her, but does he finish her off? Of course not, if he did we wouldn’t get to see her having sex with Max. Larry ends up back in chains, and the psycho kills a few passersby when she’s not busy torturing him (he takes his lumps but it’s the psychological torture that is most grotesque).
Eventually we learn that Psycho Wig Lady had a tough childhood and has been unlucky in love. Do we care? Not really, by this point we’re convinced the whole film is just a psycho acting psycho, with no other point. Can Larry get out of this? Will we ever know his real name? Or hers?
After about an hour and a half, Dead Enders ends. A search for director Paul C. Hemmes results in a few hits, but I’ve yet to find anything about this film. There are no special features (or special anything). If, after having read this, you want to see the film, I couldn’t suggest where to get a copy. Maybe it’s just a mean trick the distributor is playing on me.
Bottom Line: Would I buy/rent/stream Dead Enders? I’m going to be nice and just say “no.” If you want to see it, good luck.Powered by Sidelines