POULTRYGEIST: NIGHT OF THE CHICKEN DEAD

2006 / Director. Lloyd Kaufman.

When it comes to Troma you're either in or your out. There isn't much of a middle ground and if you're not embracing what they do then you may be one of those people who just don't "get it" (which is understandable) or one of the pathetic twots who criticise it. Obviously I'm a glutton for this stuff and I consume it in copious amounts. Several years ago I ran a series of Troma screenings in Melbourne and showcased some of their classic on the big screen. Around that time Troma was gearing up for it's long-awaited and anticipated in-house extravaganza POULTRYGEIST. Having previously tested the limits of poor-taste with films like CITIZEN TOXIE and TERROR FIRMER, the buzz around the new flick was humming. The result was an exercise in vulgarity, possibly more insolent than anything before it. When a fried chicken fast food outlet is built on the grounds of an ancient indian burial site, the restaurant's produce comes to life as grotesque rampaging chicken zombies. It's ludicrous stuff and exactly what anyone should expect from Troma. With a facetious social criticism against the fast food industry at it's core, the film is an ultra gory, blood soaked exorcism of hilarity. Some things you can expect to see from POULTRYGEIST include a gushing diarrhoea ass shot, anal penetration, deli-style face slicing and the usual toxic vomiting. This and so much more stain the duration of the movie and every putrid minute should be savoured. Troma icon (and co-founder) Lloyd Kaufman stars in the movie as well as directing it and his musical number is a highlight for me. In the lead role he's cast Jason Yachanin who is the uncanny spitting image of a younger Lloyd. Finding him for the movie was a home run.  Lovers of Troma will salivate at the sight of titties galore, disembowelment and dismemberment. I watched the movie again this afternoon and my girlfriend was oblivious to what I was watching. Halfway through she came into the room and presented me with an egg sandwich. Possibly the most stomach churning lunch I have ever contemplated. LOL. POULTRYGEIST lives in my heart... may it live in yours. 

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