I Spit on Your Corpse, I Piss on Your GraveIf you look over to the right side of this page, you’ll notice a little column titled “Other Media Filling the Void.” This is where I keep score of the latest books and movies I’ve read or seen. Mostly I do this for my own entertainment. I doubt just because I put “The Heart is a Lonely Hunter” there, anyone who wasn’t so inclined anyway will read it. The link underneath all of that goes to Amazon, from which, to be honest, it’s been months since I’ve bought anything. About 95 percent of my reading material comes from the public library. A similar amount of the movies I watch come from Blockbuster’s online rental program.
But I continue updating it, as I say, mainly for myself. In the year-plus I’ve been at this blog, no one has ever mentioned anything in that little space. Then, earlier this week, I got an e-mail from a reader named Chris. He writes, “’I Spit on Your Corpse, Piss on Your Grave’--what the Hell is that?!” [sic]
Good question, Chris.
I think I can sum up by saying “I Spit on Your Corpse, I Piss on Your Grave” epitomizes grindhouse movie fare. The flick, basically a rape-revenge story, looks to have been made on a budget of about $50. There is gratuitous violence and gratuitous sex. And a scene where a man is forced to eat his own feces.
This movie rocks! I don’t know how “I Spit on Your Corpse” missed cult-dom. If nothing in the preceding paragraph offended you, and you’re a fan of trashy, worthless movies, you’ve got to see this.
You know if critics hate it, it’s going to be great: “This film sucks ass. It looks like a home movie shot on a digital camcorder by people who are too unattractive to make amateur porn. Horrible acting - check. Complete lack of production values - check. Abysmal writing and directing - double check. Shit, when you can't even make fucking and axe-murder entertaining, it's time to get out of show business. My advice to you is to avoid anything under the Sub-Rosa label, which seems to be nothing more than a front under which to release gory heavy metal extended music videos that feature ugly people having lots of sex.” Read the whole review, from the eFilmCritic, here.
The phrase above, “gory heavy metal music,” provides me a smooth transition to today’s post. There were a couple of pretty heavy songs in the movie’s soundtrack. Curious, I watched through the credits and learned a band named Crypt33 performed the songs.
More curious now, I Googled the band. Very little information exists, other than a MySpace space, which does appear to be up-to-date. There, I learned Crypt33 is based out of Fredericktown, Mo., and have been together almost 10 years: “Formed in 1997, Crypt33 was a reaction to the music we loved and to the music we were hearing around us that we HATED...we couldn't find any thing we liked, so, like many before us, we decided to form our own band... Our music falls under the category of what fans call ‘ghoul rock’ or ‘horror punk,’ in the vein of classic Misfits or Samhain, though we have found that our set fits in well with many diverse styles of Hard music... The Crypt33 sound is the sound of doom, the sound that you hear at the moment of death...the sound of FEAR.” [sic]
Crypt33 is every bit as hard as you’d expect. Of the two songs below, “Fuck Face” was featured in “I Spit on Your Corpse, I Piss on Your Grave.” I do not think the band is currently signed, but there are a couple more tracks on their MySpace.
As a little trivia, Crypt 33 is supposedly also the compartment at the Los Angeles County Morgue where Marilyn Monroe’s body was stored.