POULTRYGEIST UNCENSORED TRAILER: Code Brown, or Don’t Question Troma’s Commitment to Marketing its Films

A co-worker showed me this preview for “Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead,” which features an orgy of violence perpetrated by the eponymous villains against the unwitting but presumably deserving employees of a Chicken Restaurant unhappily located on a desecrated Indian Burial Ground. To say that the trailer is steeped in blood, bile, excreta and vomit-among other unidentifiable fluids–would be understatement. I was appalled and disgusted and amused and entertained. This is gonzo trailermaking; this is Troma; this is horror for the initiated and eager; this is scatalogical!

First of all, the trailer is age gated and appropriately so. It is a gross out coming attraction that explains next to nothing about story or motivation, preferring instead to emphasize genre, provenance (Troma Studios) and grisly, liquid spectacle. In other words, you’ve gotta see it.

The music cue is provided by the band The Nihilists: a little speed punk ditty with the cunning lyric, “All I want to do is Kill, kill, kill,” repeated aggressively. Effectively, the lyrics work as copy to position the film within its genre and the marketplace.

The actual copy run of the trailer comes only at the opening and consists of white letters on a black card: “And now for some wholesome, family entertainment / And by family, we mean “Manson Family.” It’s ironic and referential, presuming on the audience’s familiarity with the brutal murder spree of the Charles Manson Family Cult. (But who isn’t?) After this introduction, we plunge right into the action, such as it is. Words cannot do justice, but suffice it to say that it is explicit, graphic, energetic and thoroughly suffused with abjection and violation.

There are a few dialogue driven moments worth mentioning: A female chicken dead marauder eats the facial skin of a victim, while earnestly remonstrating (rather hilariously) to whomever will listen, “I know it’s fattening, but I just love the skin.” At the end of the short, nasty and brutal parade of evisceration, sodomy, blunt force trauma and flesh-eating, a blood soaked figure in a caftan, stumbles into the frame, mumbling, provocatively, “the chickens have declared Jihad on us all.”

In the comments section, one intrepid viewer objected to the violence and degradation in the trailer, only to be shouted down by a community of horror fans who found the trailer comedic and not nearly as shocking as those for other Troma Films. Fan cultures policing their freedom to consume materials that aren’t to every taste have my sympathies, but I do think an opportunity was missed to engage in the social/cultural meaning and ramifications of such gratuitous violence, albeit cheaply produced and clearly “fake.” Likewise a consideration of its aesthetic and free speech bonafides, would have been, if not as entertaining as the trailer, perhaps more beneficial.

Finally, I must confess that I was unaware that fecal matter might figure so insistently and visibly in a non-pornographic trailer (in the strict sense.) We have crossed the muddy Rubicon my friends.

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BRIDESMAIDS TRAILER: Uber Chick-Flick Positioned for the Apatow Dude Demographic

I asked our trailer editor at SizzlePitch to name a trailer that impressed him. He mentioned that for Bridesmaids, a film he hadn’t intended to see, until he watched the preview. In his recollection, it contained all the best gross-out humor bits of the film, proving that the Kristen Wiig vehicle could compete on those terms. He acknowledged that the film itself, was a much more serious and poignant experience than he expected (based on the trailer), but that he’d enjoyed it, regardless of its difference from its marketing.

With that much of a recommendation, I was ready to watch and write about the Bridesmaids’ trailer, shown above. In 2:25 and nearly 100 edits, the short film establishes the situation, sets up the conflict, introduces the list of characters and provides a series of exemplary and illustrative scenes. It’s straightforward, in keeping with a high-concept script and a title that tells most viewers–at least those who’ve been anywhere near a wedding–what the film is about. The payoff then is not to be found in a surprise ending or plot twist, but rather in the performances, the jokes, sight gags, set-ups and the comic magic of Ms. Wiig, in a demanding, leading and occasionally unsympathetic role.

The copy, presented in pink block font on white cards (looking as if the words had been cut out of an invitation and photocopied repeatedly), reads as follows:

From the producer of Knocked Up and The 40 Year Old Virgin.
This May
Your Presence is Requested
For a Very Special Engagement
Bridesmaids
Save the Day.

After being asked by soon-to-be bride, Maya Rudolph, to be Maid of Honor, Wiig’s character Googles the subject, only to learn that her duties are extensive. The text of her search, on the website “Bridesmaids101.com” entitled “Maid of Honor Duties,” becomes de facto copy, since we read the first few entries, then scroll down through the next few hundred, along with the now shell-shocked Wiig.

There are two music cues in the trailer: from :01-25, an upbeat, percussion heavy riff underscores Rudolph’s joyous announcement and solemn request of her best friend, whose immediate reaction is a case study in ambivalence. At :25, the bass and drum line of AC/DC‘s monster hit “Dirty Deeds,” kicks in, playing beneath the rest of the trailer. Unlike music cues in so many trailers, the lyrics do not perform an expository or positioning function. In fact, apart from the recognizable and energizing character of the music, the selection confounds, much as the choice of the font, mentioned above. (My point is that “looking cool” and “sounding good” are not enough justification for marketing decisions on which a $40M movie relies. I’m going to assume there is a good reason for these decisions, but it’s not obvious to me.)

In the first 25 seconds, Wiig is shown to be in over her head, regretting her ready acceptance and possibly resenting the happiness of her friend who has obliged her in this most flattering of ways. Now, she must meet the other bridesmaids, each of whom is introduced in a scene which explores her character and suggests likely difficulties for Wiig in carrying out her duties. Her own status as a single woman is repeatedly raised; her failings economically, sartorially and romantically are likewise indicated.

From the meet and greet at the engagement party, the trailer devolves into a series of representative scenes from the bridesmaids planning luncheon to their trip to Vegas to various scenes of mayhem and mishap en route to the blessed day. The beautiful and polished Helen, the bride’s newest friend, is set up as Wiig’s nemesis, though perhaps more out of her own insecurity than any hostility on Helen’s part. For those fans of Ms. Wiig’s comedic talent (familiar to viewers of SNL), the trailer delivers ample coverage of facial tics, nervous noises, indecorous behavior and stress induced insanity. Wiig will clearly wig-out.

After the Title Card, the trailer’s button hints at some of the crude humor in store for viewers, but resists tipping its hand. Indeed, having watched the two official trailers, I’m wondering whether my editor friend may have retrospectively imagined that he saw more gross-out humor in the trailer than he actually did.

Indeed, the trailer is surprisingly representative of the film in its exploration of the emotional and psychological dynamics between best girlfriends, when one of them is getting well and happily married while the other remains a hot, complicated mess. Yes, you can be sure that Wiig and McCarthy are going to do what they do so well, but its also apparent in the trailer that Wiig’s character’s discomfiture and competitiveness and resentment will be exhaustively explored.

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BUFFALO 66 TRAILER: Breaking the Rules / Representing the Film

Jijo Reed, a veteran trailermaker and producer, (and my boss at SizzlePitch), recommended this trailer to my attention, saying he loved how Vincent Gallo flouted the conventions of trailer production while making such a memorable and effective piece of film advertising. I’ve looked at it repeatedly since, trying to understand how it does what it does and why it works so well.

Admittedly, this is a preview of a film that is not for everyone as the trailer plainly indicates. The film–written, directed and scored by Mr. Gallo, who also stars, is a classic of American Independent cinema, that tells the semi-autobiographical story of a falsely imprisoned and just-released felon who kidnaps a young tap dancer (Christina Ricci) who he asks to impersonate his wife in order to impress his impossible parents (Ben Gazzara and Anjelica Houston). It is a comic-drama in which psychology and motivation are not, shall we say, conventional or clear-cut.

Apart from a 20 second live action coda, the trailer consists of stills, cut to a jazz instrumental music cue. Graphic and cast cards employ different fonts, colors and sizes, and the still images are themselves not uniform. Some are black and white; some are in color; some fill the screen; others are cropped. The title card, Buffalo 66, which appears twice, is also slightly different each time. And yet, because of our training (as movie goers and trailer watchers), we know all we need to know to make a consumer decision, despite the unconventionality of the presentation,

Apart from cards reading: “LionsGate Films/Presents /Vincent Gallo /Christina Ricci/ Ben Gazzara /Mickey Rourke / Rosanna Arquette /Jan-Michael Vincent / & Anjelica Huston/ in / a film by / Vincent Gallo /Buffalo 66″ there is no copy or voice over to explain the images that appear on screen, apart from the images themselves. And what we see is by no means narratively obvious.

The trailer unfolds thus: Mr. Gallo (as Billy Brown) is shown alone [in a bus? on a train?] and as if in anguish. He then assaults and kidnaps Ms. Ricci (as Layla), who incomprehensibly, quickly appears sympathetic to her captor and romantically interested.

We next flashback to Billy as a boy, his face alternating with that of his father, Mr. Gazzara, as a younger man. Cut to a shot of domesticity and conflict at the dinner table, Mr. Gallo between Mr. Gazzara (his dad) and Ms. Huston (his mom) who are all frozen in angry debate. This is followed by a series of close-ups of faces, including Mr. Gallo, Ms. Houston, an unidentified Asian Man, an unidentified white man with a pot belly, and a black and white shot of a pro-football kicker. (These are the images that are least assimilable, but then, at this point, you, the audience, may feel in on the joke and able to enjoy the irreverence concerning formula.)

The next act returns to scenes of domestic conflict, this time Ms. Huston is centered with Mr. Gallo to her right and Ms. Ricci to her left. She appears to be making a case against her son and insisting that Ms. Ricci take her part. Mr. Gallo looks exasperated and exhausted. Gallo and Ricci take leave of his parents, who affectionately embrace Ms. Ricci, who it seems has delighted them. Gallo and Ricci visit a bowling alley where he triumphantly throws a strike and she performs a pole dance in her baby-doll dress, her various poses cut to the beat, as if to simulate movement. AFter the bowling alley, they take candid shots in a photo booth. (These images are cropped as if taken from the film strip produced at the booth.) Next, we are treated to shots of Mr. Gallo outside, suffering additional emotional distress.

In the penultimate act of the trailer, Gallo and Ricci visit a strip club. We see topless strippers strike various poses. Next, Ricci is seated at the driving wheel of her car, followed by a shot of Mr. Gallo in his underpants, bent over in a non-descript bathroom.

The final scene, in live action, shows the two erstwhile lovers together on a motel bed, as seen from above. They curl in toward each other, kiss, then Mr. Gallo straightens out his long, thin body and turns away from Ms Ricci. A sad vocal cue plays, as the title card re-appears.

A trailer like this, while explicitly unconventional, is not therefore illegible. Despite the images from the cast run, which in the case of Ms. Ricci, Ms. Arquette and Mr Vincent, do not show their faces but rather body parts (bra and chest; lower half of her face and torso/waist, respectively) the intention and the identification is clear.

And, although We may not recognize the name Vincent Gallo, the other actors are all well known and distinguished, so that between the distributor (LionsGate) and the cast, we know this is a film with claims to our critical attention.

While we can’t understand the reasons for Mr. Gallo’s assault and kidnapping of Ms. Ricci, our alarm at her treatment it soon vitiated by her apparent calmness and cooperation with the itinerary of their romantic roadtrip. Obviously, Mr. Gallo is himself as tormented by his behavior as those around him are. If we wish to know more, the trailer insinuates, we know what to do.

The domestic scenes, while harrowing, are also hilarious. The interior decor is depressing; Ms. Houston is clearly a monster, but then conflict at the dinner table is a familiar situation, regardless of its content. Given her stature as an actor, one of the promised delights of this film is the chance to see her uglified to such a degree and chewing the scenery.

While Billy may not have won his parent’s love, Layla has succeeded in endearing herself. From there, they embark on their own evening of activity, stopping first at the bowling alley, next at the strip club, and finally settling in for an intimate evening in their motel room. As the trailer indicates, not much happens in the way of action and event, but then this is not that kind of movie. It’s a character study, as indicated by the stills of faces in whose eyes and mouths emotional experience is plain to see.

If this photo album of troubled people and dysfunctional families in luridly lit and badly decorated, down-market settings appeals to you–whether your aesthetic taste or sense of the kitsch–then you may very well want to know more, to understand what connection inheres between Billy and Layla; what childhood trauma occurred in Billy’s development; what the relationship is like between his narcissistic caregivers. At the very least, you won’t be able to complain that this trailer mislead you about the independent spirit of this romantic road movie in which normal motivation is in abeyance and the aberrant psychology and family dynamics of a Buffalo household are on display.

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