Andre Perkowski, Christine Malcom for Terminal Pictures
directed by Andre Perkowski
starring Paul Hoffman, Sandra Delgado, Katie Dugan, David C.Hayes, Jody-Ann Martin, Mike Cooney, John Badalamenti, Rob Gorden, Arlene Cooney, Victor Granata, Fanny Madison, Kristin Palker, Andy Wibbels, Conrad Brooks (cameo)
screenplay by Andre Perkowski, based on the novel by Ed Wood, music by Scott Kiernan
Andre Perkowski's Ed Wood adaptations, Lobo, Lobo (David C. Hayes)
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This film starts out as a story about girl gangs, and the efforts of
some good people - sheriff Rhodes (Paul Hoffman), preacher Steele (David
C.Hayes), and teacher O'Hara (Arlene Cooney), with strongman Lobo (David
C.Hayes again) somehow thrown into the mix - to stop them. Soon though the
film shifts its focus to drug abuse to finally refocus on Lila (Sandra
Delgado), a girl having escaped from a mental institution - where she was
put for killing her father - who now hooks up with her sister Rhoda (Katie
Dugan) and creepy gangleader Lark (Mike Cooney) in an effort to leave the
country ... and believe it or not, she makes her sister kill her mother
along the way.
In the finale though, the Sheriff and his men catch up
with Lila, Rhoda and Lark, all the baddies get their just desserts, the
boat they were planning on leaving the country on is blown up with the
help of a giant octopus, and the city is freed of the scourge of
delinquent teen girls.
And if you think that is confusing, wait until
you hear Criswell (Rob Gorden) making sense of it.
Girls sounds just like another bad (and badly written) film ... but it
isn't (or maybe it is, but intentionally so). In fact, Devil Girls
is a loving hommage to the work of Ed Wood, a hommage that goes beyond
simpl throwing angora sweaters at its audience with its meandering narrative,
its repeated shift of narrative focus, its camp performances, its
over-the-top dialogue, its odd inclusion of stock footage, its constant
interruptions of Criswell as incompetent narrator, stating things
that have little to do with the onscreen goings-on, its many jump cuts and
its repeated sudden change of film stock. And somehow, all of this falls together to
present the audience with one weird film experience that in all its
other-worldliness really seems to invoke the spirit of Ed Wood - something
most filmmakers referencing Ed Wood as their main influence simply fail
If you are into weird, surreal movies, you simply have to watch this