After Lake Bodom I really needed something to cheer me up. Sadly I chose to see The Callback. Man, I really did come close to walking out of this film. I mean what the hell is it on? Only in the last ten minutes did I have anything close to any other feeling other than pure unadulterated hatred towards this nasty, pointless, violent, misogynistic rat of a film. Maybe I’ve got PMT today *she wrote sarcastically.
Anyway instead of finding the writer/director and lamping him round the head with a frying pan (his chosen method of disposing with a pesky female in the film) I shall attempt to tell you why it’s so horrid.
Larry de Cecco played with some kind of psychopathic desire to come across as a insane idiot by Martin Bacigalupo is a struggling actor / removals man who is growing increasingly frustrated by the world around him. We know this because when a man that is quite nice to him asks him to leave because he is a fucking weirdo he breaks into that mans house, shits on his floor, eats his cheese and steals his clothes. Despite only being in the house yesterday and being a fucking weirdo he never gets asked about this. More annoying stuff happens, then a female finds Larry’s apt on Couch Surf and comes to stay for a few days. In an exasperatingly uninspiring turn of events Larry starts spying on her and taping her getting undressed. Its SO funny how all girls undress SO SEXY every time they go to bed. I myself love to arch my back and stick my tits out then lightly brush my vagina, sorry, pussy, just before passing out with my arse jauntily in the air. FUCK OFF.
Sorry I digress. Look the long and short of it is Larry starts to lose his shit and do increasingly bad stuff culminating in the worst – murder and necrophilia. It’s badly shot, badly directed and Bacigulapo is probably a psycho in real life or he should win an Oscar.
I hate this film. I hate everything about it. I wish I could burn all copies.