poultrygeist

Troma.  If you have no idea what that word means or stands for, don’t see Poultrygeist.  Same thing if you have no idea who Lloyd Kaufman is.  Troma films are either an acquired taste or an immediate addiction.  Some people just get it.  And it’s never a clean and simple joke.  Despite what may be tasteless and outlandish, there is an undercurrent that actually is saying something.  It may say it in a tasteless and outlandish way, but it’s still being said, and that’s probably the most important thing.  Entertaining, and provocative.
 
Troma Entertainment’s latest effort is Poultrygeist.  Like every Troma film before it, it’s not for everyone.  It may not be for every Troma fan.  A good friend of mine, a Troma fanatic, commented, “It needs less singing.”  I agree.  The clustered musical numbers at the beginning do slow it down a bit.  Although they are funny, for the most part, they are too much too soon.
 

That said, what else is there to say except it is a Troma movie, a Lloyd Kaufman film.  Maybe we’re not supposed to like the musical numbers that much.  Maybe the intention was to piss off some of us.  Well played, Mr. Kaufman, well played.  Maybe we the audience (me too, I’m guilty) can’t slow down enough to appreciate them, to take time and enjoy the journey to our destination.  And it’s a hoot of a ride all the way to the end.
 
If you don’t already know, Poultrygeist concerns itself with the chicken undead.  Murderous little bastards they are, too, who have come back to wreck havoc on a mega-conglomerate fast food chain restaurant.  Kaufman doesn’t pull any punches (when does he?), and everyone is a viable victim ripe for skewering.  Troma fans rejoice, because good ol’ Uncle Lloyd has given us one from the heart.  Underneath all the blood, guts, vomit, and projectile diarrhea, this is, deep down, a Valentine from him to us.  It’s full of love and heart…and all those other things I mentioned.
 
And it’s 100% Stanley Tucci free.  What else could you ask for?
 
4 out of 5
 
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