Blood Diner

Well, that was the most batshit insane movie I’ll see this year. It comes off like Lloyd Kaufman meets Zucker, Abrams, and Zucker. Puerile, campy, ludicrous, bizarre, all of these could be applied to Blood Diner. It throws a million off the wall concepts up in the air, and while not all of them land, you’ll appreciate the movie’s audacity for not holding back. A talking brain in a jar with eyes … a diner cook who has a Hispanic dummy at the counter that is served food and people talk to as if it’s alive … a woman getting her head deep fried, turned into a hush puppy, surviving, but then being decapitated by a broom … an underground punk club with a Commdores-style doo-wop band performing … a wrestler named Jimmy Hitler … the police chief who regularly punches his subordinates when he disagrees with their investigation … I could go on. There is too much to keep track of. It’s wall to wall insanity, and you’ll either be on board for the next surprise, or it’ll be too much. There is no in between, but you’ll know by the 15 minute mark if it’s for you.