Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Bad Milo

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Bad Milo – 4 out of 5


Satire is a difficult thing. If your satire is bad than it was a complete waste of time as it was probably so transparent that it defeated the whole purpose of being a satire (you should be ashamed of yourself). However, if the satire is good—as in, really REALLY good—people may judge it at face value and not get the humor of it. Bad Milo is one of those satirical films that are done oh so well!


Milo is called "bad" because he likes to misbehave...also he kills people...
but I'll get to that later.


Oh, Peter Stormare...you creep me the fuck out but you
are such a talented man.
Ken (Ken Marino) is under a lot of stress. His stomach is frequently in agony over all the shit that is piling up on his plate. He has troubles at home with his wife (Gillian Jacobs), his mother is remarried to a much younger man and she’s putting pressure on him for grand kids (to the point she invites over a fertility doctor when he comes over for dinner) and his boss (Patrick Warburton) throws him in a new office (a bathroom) and wants him to handle the company’s layoffs. The headaches of his daily life become so overwhelming that he seeks the help of a shrink (Peter Stormare) and they discover that he has a demon living inside him…more specifically; the demon is in his colon. If finding out having a little monster in your butt isn’t enough, Ken discovers that when this beast escapes (to which he refers to it as Milo) it goes on a killing spree and eliminating anyone who gave Ken grief.



"We want to have children but who has the time?  I have a monster in my butt
and my wife is attending community college."


It’s easy to write-off Bad Milo for the whole “demon in the poop-shoot” thing and to believe it is nothing more than a gaggle of butt and poop jokes—two or more butt/poop jokes are commonly referred to as a gaggle. However, Bad Milo was so much more as it was a brilliant piece of satire wrapped in witty dark comedy that simultaneously lampoons and honors such cult classic buddy monster/puppet movies like Basket Case and Gremlins.


"I told you I don't care for that term 'grease monkey.'"


While it’s true this film has its share of ass and turd jokes, the film does a tremendous job of putting together a film that could easily pass off as a horror flick if you eliminated the colon monster element. The way sequences in the film are put together and the entire film’s build up and pacing look and feel no different than any other monster film and, in doing so, makes the film so simply amazing and amusing. Rarely does the film resort to being silly to get the laughs (and when it does, it IS one of the toilet humor moments but it has far more dignity than something like Scary Movie V) and treats the subject material with just the right amount of respect that it is able to bring in humor in humorless situations. That isn’t to say the film takes itself TOO seriously; it just acts legit enough to make the film's funny parts hysterical and it prevents it from becoming slapstick and cartoonish.


Add your own Taco Bell joke here.



If you're not a fan of Ken Marino's work, you clearly
hate happiness.
 Part of the reason this film was able to stay so grounded in its satire and authentic horror feel is the fact that Ken Marino gives a tremendous performance. Marino is already an established hilarity-maker but I was blown away at how convincing he was as a man being pushed towards exhaustion. Marino is hysterical without having to get silly and broke me into fits of laughter doing nothing more than looking absolutely exasperated. While the satirical story does a great job at sending up cult horror films from days gone by, it’s Marino’s performance that makes this film even more brilliant and hysterical…plus, any scene he shares with Peter Stormare and Stephen Root (who play’s Ken’s father) are funny to the point where words fail me.

Milton...the later years.


You can’t escape talking about Milo in a review of this film because he is a character in his own right despite being a bum dwelling beast with sharp teeth and a hard-on for murder. First off, the puppet work on Milo is excellent and it was refreshing to see him done practically with puppetry rather than be a computer generated being. The puppet work and the voice that was supplied to Milo quickly made him less of a monster and more of an extension of Ken. Add to the fact that Milo is a complex (and yet remaining strangely simple) and visceral character that is on the verge of being bi-polar and you have yourself a recipe for something really fun to watch as Milo will go from bathing in the blood of those that bothered Ken to sharing downright tender moments with the man.


He sure is adorable for a little massacring rectum dweller.


Bad Milo is more than just some shit and butthole jokes. It proved to be a film that knew what the fuck it was doing when it came to horror film satire. Since the film did it’s job so well, it didn’t require obvious humor (but it had it) and some of the film’s biggest laughs I received came from just the fact the production did a tremendous job of making a film that could easily pass off as a horror movie. The tone, the build-up, the tension it created and Ken Marino’s fantastic acting all performed in concert and the humor that was supplied helped make the concoction a perfect example of not only a tremendous satire but a wickedly excellent dark comedy that has some heart hidden underneath it as well!

I'll just put this here...Ken was kind enough to pose for me at Comic-Con.

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