Seriously Sick Saturday Cinema: THE BUNNY THE KILLER THING

FYB is Highly Amused to Present the 2015 Finnish un-PC Horror Splatter Comedy Film BUNNY THE KILLER THING Directed by Joonas Makkonen, Based on His Similarly Titled Short Film. The Film was First Screened at the Marche du Film in Cannes in May 2015, and was Released in Theaters in Finland on November 6, 2015.

           

Brief Plot Summery:

A Group of 7 Finnish Friends are Heading for a Weekend at a Cabin in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, and on Their way are Accompanied by Three English Speaking Men. The Group who was looking forward to a Fun Filled Weekend, instead Find Themselves involved in a Game of LIFE OR DEATH when They are ATTACKED by a 6 FOOT TALL, MONSTROUS, SEX CRAXED CREATURE  who appears to be Half Man and Half Rabbit Brandishing an Insanely Long Penis! The Menacing Mutant Rabbit Monster has come for the Sole purpose of Scoring with the Women, and Attacking Anything that Resembles a Woman’s Vagina!

           

What Some People Have Said About BUNNY THE KILLER THING:

“Turns out-injecting a murderous half man/half bunny with an enormous cock into the Mix might be just what the doctor ordered.”

-Luke Rodriguez  (Modern Horror)

“…Bunny The Killer Thing may appeal to a small percentage of viewers with a furry fetish, or those looking for a Midnight movie just to laugh, because it is funny, or just because it is Hideous.”

-Robyn Andrew (Cryptic Rock)

“The Other impressive feature here is the stellar gory attacks by the creature. Featuring plenty of Limbs being ripped off, head blown off by shotgun blasts, having their stomachs ripped open and their intestines pulled out and eyeballs ripped out, there’s quite a full-on assault of blood and gore here to mesh together with the other bodily fluids.”

-DOn’s World of Horror and Exploitation

Enjoy.

We Hope You Enjoyed the Mostrous Mayhem as Much as We Did.

Thanks for Watching,

  Presented By Les Sober

Tidbits For Shits and Giggles: Henry Eats

Have You ever found something Wildly Entertaining without Actually being about to Explain Why? For Example I have Mentioned one of My Favorite “Jokes” as it were is as Follows:

Why Do Ducks Have Webbed Feet? To Put Out Forrest Fires.

Why Do Elephants have Flat Feet? For Stomping Out Flaming Ducks.

Granted this isn’t what one would refer to as a Joke by Traditional Standards as its Completely Absurd, Makes Absolutely No Logical Sense, and is Completely Void of Any and All Context. Whoever is Responsible for this Joke had a Very Eccentric Sense of Humor, Was Mentally Unwell, or Was Quite Intoxicated at the Time (Our Money is On Intoxicated be it Insanely Drunk, Higher Than Fuck, or Tripping Balls). No Matter the Reason the  Joke always makes Me Smile without Fail.

Henry Eats by Ben Wheele has some Similar Features as it Lacks any kind of Context, is rather Absurd, Kind of Oddly Creepy, and God Only Knows what the Point is or Even if there is One to Begin with. It’s Simply a Quirky Little Piece of Animation that’s Best to be Taken at Face Value. Enjoy.

Thanks for Watching,

  Brought to You By Les Sober

Tidbits For Shits and Giggles :John Kenn Mortensen’s Comic-Dub

In this Installment of Tidbits For Shits and Giggles Features the Work of Danish Artist John Kenn Mortensen(Also Known as Don Kenn) who Writes and Directs Television Shows for Kids, BUT During His Free Time Kenn pays Tribute to the Darker, Disturbing side of Childhood filled with Monsters and Ghosts. Kenn’s Ugly, Terrifying, and Bone Chilling Creatures come Creeping out of the Darkest Childhood Nightmares into a Lurid Limelight. Kenn Draws His Highly Imaginative and Unsettling Scenarios where Children meet Ghastly and Goulash Monsters entirely on Yellow Post-It Notes. The Creative Intimacy of Kenn’s Creepy Creations truly leaves One in a State of Shock and Awe. Enjoy.

Thanks for Watching,

  Presented by Les Sober

FYB Presents Animation Abominations: BOBBY YEAH

This Installment of Animation Abominations features BOBY YEAH By the Extremely Talented Artist Robert Morgan in Association with Blue Light. Morgan’s Various Works of Art would make Maynard James Keenan (and The Rest of the Members of Tool) Green with Envy and Clive Barker Blinded by Jealousy.

Plot Summery: Well what could I possibly sat about Bobby Yeah other than it seems to be a Tale of The Main Character Bobby’s search for Love/Friendship/Comfort in His Own Surreal Personal Inter Dimensional Hell. Along the Way Bobby encounters Monstrous Mutant Creatures Some Aggressive, Some Insane, and Some I have No fucking Idea What They Are Honestly.

If I had to make an Educated Guess I’d say Bobby Yeah is a Social Commentary on the Alienation, and Longing People Feel as They haphazardly Navigate Through (the Highs and Horrors) of Life looking for Companionship and Affection.

We here at FYB Hope You Thoroughly Enjoyed Robert Morgan’s Insane Odyssey BOOBY YEAH as much as We Did/Do.

Thanks for Watching/Viewing

  Presented By Les Sober

FYB’s Friday Night Freakfest Film – The Good, The Bad, and the Subhumanoid: Class Of Nuke’Em High 3

Welcome to FYB’s Friday Night Freakfest Film Featuring Legendary Independent Film Company TROMA PICTURES with…….

THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE SUBHUMANOID: CLASS OF NUKE’EM HIGH 3!!!

           

In this Troma’s Third Installment in the Horror Comedy Classic Class of Nuke’Em High Film Series  (which was followed by  Return to Nuke’Em High Volume 1 in 2013, and Return to Return to Nuke’Em High Aka Volume 2 in 2017)

Plot Summery: Seconds after the End of Class of Nuke’Em High 2, The Giant Mutant Squirrel or Tromie is Finally Subdued, and Life in Tromaville reruns to Normal. Roger Smith who is Now the Mayor of Tromaville is Celibates the Birth of His Twin Sons Dick and Adlai. That is Until Dick is Kidnapped at the Hospital and Subsequently Raised to be Evil by The Group of Thugs that Took Him. Meanwhile Adlai is Raised by Roger to be Kind, Courteous, and Peaceful.

Flash Forwarding Several Years into the Future, when Dick and Adlai are Fully Grown Adults, Trouble Comes in the Form of The Infamous and Loathsome Dr.Slag, Ph.D Who uses Dick to Commit a Crime and Then Frame Adlai for It. Dr. Slag does so hoping to turn the Citizens of Tromaville against Adlai. If Dr. Slags Evil Plot Works, Dr. Slag will turn the Town into a TOXIC WASTELAND, and with Doom Looming over Tromaville it’s up to Adlai to Save The Day.

Hope You Enjoyed This Troma Classic as Much as We Did (and Still Do)

  Presented By Les Sober

FYB’s Friday Night’s Insane Cinima

Welcome One and All to Tonight’s FYB Friday Night’s Insane Cinima Tonight We have a VERY SPECIAL TREAT and What is It?!

It’s The Icon of Independent Film for Over 45 Years Straight from HELL’S KITCHEN NYC it’s Troma Picture’s

For Over 45 Years Troma Founders the Legendary KINGS OG CULT FILMS Lloyd Kauffman and Micheal Hurtz have been making Independent Films Their Way with No Regrets. Troma has become a Unstoppable Phenomenon all Its Own bringing Audiences Films They might NEVER Otherwise have a Chance to See to Their Own Unapologetic Fuck You Hollywood Brand of Horror /Comedy Films. Troma’s Movies have Gained a Reputation among Cinephiles for They’re No Hold Barred Brand of  Juvenile Humor, Over the Top Gore, and Alternative Comedy.

       

Plot Summery: Troma High School located in Tromaville NJ next to a Nuclear Power Plant has a Problem. An accident at the Next Door Nuclear Plant has caused TOXIC RADIOACTIVE SLUDGE to Slowly Seep Out into the Surrounding Town of Tromaville!!! Over Night the Nerdy Straight A Honor Society transforms into a Violent Drug Dealing Gang of Law Breaking Thugsknow as The CRETINS! The Creatins start Peddling Their own Special Strain of Pot around School (which is Hydrated by The Leaking TOXIC NUCLEAR RUN OFF!!!). Then the Students at Troma High Suddenly  start to MUTATE INTO SEX STARVED PSYCHOS!!! Not to mention the SLIME COVERED MURDEROUS CREATURE thats Hunting for Human Victims in the Hallways.

The Class of Nuke ‘Em High has be Referred to as “Like The Breakfast Club, Only Not as Stupid, and Really, Really Drunk.”

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING MOVIE CONTAINS CONTENT THAT SOME VIEWERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED. Enjoy.

Hope You Enjoyed Tonights Circus of The Insane Meets The Theater of The Absurd.

 Brought to You by Les Sober (1:55 am)

The Tale of the Small Town MothMan Mural

When We moved from the Southern Swamp to the Southern Country one of the advantages of the move was there were several structures located out back behind our new home offices. There was a large one car garage which We unceremoniously designated for the usual trivial shit like  Lawn Mowers, Various garden tools, Paint cans, and for a few months 2 large puppies (who now have their own Dog House complete with Heater and Air Conditioning)

The second structure was a run of the mill silver, 10 foot high, 20 foot long, 8 foot wide, sheet metal shed supported by an internal  basic wooden frame. When We purchased the property the shithead previous owners failed to give us among many other things the keys to unlock said shed. We could see through the 4 small windows (2 per side) and do a very general assessment. From what we could see the only real issue other than getting a new lock was the plywood floor was rotten in 2 separate places and would need patching.

Once We got the shed lock changed and were able to enter the structure things looked as if the shed was worser for the wear than We had anticipated. Even if it needed more TLC than We thought it was still a viable option to be My Art Studio (Yes I paint and Draw in a variety of various mediums such as CharCoal or Oil Paints. I have recently decided that it is at this point in my life I will be pursuing Sculpting as creating a 3 dimensional project is going to be fucking awesome and intense.) The first thing I did was load it up with all my various art supplies (Canvases, Paints, Brushes, Assortment of Project Materials etc.), but the floor fix would take time, and I have NO PATIENCE, NON AT ALL. Its A Virtue I was born without and I’m totally fucking fine with that.

It took less than a day before I was wallowing in frustrated boredom and thought to myself that if I couldn’t currently use the shed I could still in the mean time decorate the outside. I drove to the local hardware store in the neighboring town and loaded up on Spray Paint big time. I had no idea what I was going to Paint on the side of the shed so first I selected which side I would do first. The rightsize of the shed made a small alleyway between it and the garage so space to work was limited. The same was true of the back of the shed even more so as our fence came in even closer proximity than the garaged and the sheds right wall. That left me with the choice of either the front or the left side of the shed to choose from. I chose the left side since it was bigger and had the best area in which to work.

I walked around the to the left side of the shed and stood there just looking at the shed without a thought in my mind waiting. It didn’t take long before an idea popped into my head MOTHMEN/MOTHMAN. Now before the first fool blurts out how much they loved the movie “The Mothman Prophecies” shut the fuck up. True it was a some what decent movie, but the Mothman is not solely limited to the Point Pleasant, West Virginia 1967 Silver Bridge Collapse that killed 46 people. The Mothman or Mothmen if you will have been seen in different areas before an impending disaster strikes such places as Chernobyl circling Reactor 4, before 9/11 in New York City, The I-35 Bridge Collapse in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and The Swine Flue Outbreak in Mexico in 2009 for instance.

Now I don’t claim to believe or not believe in such things as UFO’s, Ghost’s, Monsters or Cryptozoology but it all fun food for thought because who actually knows, and all I’m saying is I don’t know. What I do know is I utterly LOVE UNDERDOGS and to me the Mothman is just that, The Underdog of Cryptozoology. The main debate surrounding the Mothman is simply this is the Mothman coming and bringing death/doom/disaster with it OR is the Mothman a supernatural being/creature that comes to WARN US of immediate impending danger?! I hold with the latter of the two believes myself. It all added up to a quick decision that the mural I’d Spray Paint on the side of the shed would be The Mothman. (Yet myths, legends and lore interest me to no end ever fueling the fires of my undying curiosity.)

I should take a moment to add that the left side of the shed faced the street in a small neighborhood in a tiny town located along the Bible Belt. For this reason and this reason alone I wrote “Mothman” across its chest because while the Mothman was enough to turn many a head I didn’t want (nor need for that matter) for the locals to think the new guy was painting Devils or Demons on the side of his shed.

In a few days the Mothman was finished and I decided the silver background was fucking up my visual of the Mothman. I thought about background colors to use (My wife suggested blue and I should have listened, but I was thinking Navy Blue not say Sky Blue) and some how I chose Orange. On top of using Orange for the background I used a VERY DEEP AND INTENSE shade only to realize when it was all said and done the Orange background made it look more demonic than I’d liked or intended. I didn’t want to change the mural so Mothman with Orange background and all remained vigilantly watching the passerby on the road for months.

Unfortunately upon a proper inspection of the shed, the shed was found to be structurally unsound. The floor was completely shot and would need total replacement. The supporting wood infrastructure was compromised beyond belief. This was apparently due to the fact the previous owner had tried to wire up the shed with electricity themselves and fucked it up causing a fucking fire. The fire had burned a majority of the roof supports right through so if you tapped on them with a hammer they disintegrated.

I called my contractor and informed him that the shed was shot and I’d need his help tearing it down so as We could replace it. 3 or4 days later my contractor showed up with a small handful of workers who set off demolishing the rickety old shed. It only took them a few mere hours to reduce the standing structure into piles of scrap.

That evening I was talking on the phone to my Brother in the Great Northern New Yonder and he asked what was new. I told him about the failing inspection of the doomed shed and that it had been torn down and hauled off. I also told him that for a split second I thought about asking my contractor if the Mothman Mural could be salvaged, but in the end I just let it go. My Brother started laughing, not in an at me type manner, but a “He hasn’t figured it out yet” kind of way. Once he paused to catch his breath I asked him what he found so fucking amusing about the whole ordeal?! I had spent all the time and effort to paint the Mothman mural just to have it crushed and carted away in the end.  He responded by saying that if I believed the Mothman was a Warning of impending danger, then painted one on the side of the shed, and then ultimately the shed met its demise then it followed my Mothman belief to a tee.

I couldn’t help laughing because he was dead right. A dilapidated shed, a Mothman Mural painted upon it, and 4 moths later the shed and the mural are gone having been destroyed in the dismantling process.

 

Thanks For Das Read,

Les Sober