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Director Matthew John Lawrence’s vision of fusing his love of horror movies and punk rock is presented in Uncle Peckerhead, the story of deadbeat musicians willing to drop everything and pursue their own dream of musical recognition.
Said punk act, Duh! consist of band leader and bassist, Judy (Chet Siegel) who ironically is incredibly neurotic and unwilling to lose control of herself, a juxtaposition against the anarchic veins that form the punk movement.
Here it serves well as Judy’s character strives to free herself of her inhibitions and letting go of her self-made constraints.

Accompanying her in the band is deadpan doomsayer drummer, Mel (Ruby McColliister), and socially awkward guitarist and frontman. Max (Jeff Riddle). 

As the trio prepare to hit the road in order to gain enough festival experience to perform at their hometown, they hit a stumbling block in having their van towed away by the repo men.

Just when it appears that they are down on their luck, they have a chance encounter with Peckerhead (David H. Littleton), a seemingly sweet and friendly guy, all too willing to assist them with the use of his own van on the condition that he comes along. 

What could go wrong?
The fact that Peckhead happens to transform into a blood-sucking demon at the stroke of midnight, may cause some mishap along the way.

Lawrence does his best to tap into the kind of movie that you would watch with mates over a beer and some pizza, riffing on some cool, bloody, and gore-tastic vibes and in many ways he satiates the needs of the salivating horror enthusiasts, but there is something a little off key and jarring in its presentation.

When it works, the energy of the group are positively buzzing and the effects and gore on screen are suitably macabre with a hint of dark humour, a testament to the comedic talent involved.
The problem is on the down beats, the sizzle is lost and it falls flat, so the audience can feel like there’s a dead weight being dragged along to the film’s conclusion, which is painful in a non-pleasurable way.

The Prognosis:

If it’s cheap beer, decent food, and a bloody enjoyable ride you’re after, then Uncle Peckerhead has your back. 

If you want a bit more of a fine-dining experience in your horror serving, then this ain’t your kind of movie.

Best to keep on the good side of Peckerhead, let the good times roll, find your rhythm and let loose.

  • Saul Muerte