The Violent Kind

There are times where a film so frustrates and irritates me, writing much about it seems a chore. Here's a film with "bikers" that are part of a gang that would be eaten alive if confronted with those hellraisers you see on Sons of Anarchy. They are a new generation of kids who wind up not being as tough as they might have thought. The film's hero, Cody, spends so much time getting pummeled, it is hard to take him ever seriously as part of a respected biker gang. Megan is one of those soft cuties who just so happens to have a sister involved in biker gangs, having been raised in the lifestyle. Megan, however, went a different way while her sister (played by a game Tiffany Shepis, who, you guessed it, gets naked for us by film's end; she even goes full frontal) has always been the broad draped around a biker. Cody and Michelle were once an item, but she is now with another biker dude. Shepis winds up possessed by some sort of dark force that comes from a dark void or some shit. Out of the blue, a group of "possessed" humans (call them aliens or demons, I gave up trying to figure them out) in the bodies of 50s hot-rodders from the era of James Dean. Vernon, the hyperactive leader of these weirdos, loves to punish the kidnapped (Megan, Cody, Cody's buddy in the gang, Q, and Cody's cousin, Shade (Shade is Q's squeeze) for kicks. The aliens spend their time onscreen mocking the film's leads. At the opening there was a party for the mother of one of the biker gang, and after most of them leave, the terror of those who remain begins. Something evil invades Michelle and her beau. Another member of the biker gang who happened to also remain for a minor spell was Elroy. Elroy and Michelle's beau are also invaded by "them", but they eventually transform into "human mush" as this light of some kind soon overtakes them. Basically the final thirty or so minutes concerns whether or not Cody and Megan can defend themselves against and escape from the "violent kind". The plot left much to be desired. It is just a mess. The villains acting like a bunch of hopped-up speed-freaks doesn't help matters. The characters in trouble don't exactly ingratiate themselves to the audience, either. The flesh wounds (particularly on Elroy after he's attacked by Michelle while attempting to feel her up while she's unconscious) and lots of blood (especially all over Shepis) give horror fans something to enjoy, but this story, its performances, and characters fail to capitalize on the limited positives there are. The Butcher Bros (I flat hated their April Fool's Day) are 0-2 with me. The Violent Kind has plenty of Shepis so my attention was diverted by her, and I loved how into the character she is once "it" has taken Michelle's body to "incubate" in (your guess is as good as mine regarding the whole "incubation" subplot is concerned).