Humor, hotness and horror combine in one major-league indie package featuring terror hottie Arianne Martin in the movie Red Victoria.
With a name like that, you have at least a fair idea of what’s going on before you walk in. You’ll be surprised to learn, however, that you really don’t know as much as you expected. It certainly caught me by surprise–check out the plotline. An undead muse (not surprisingly, Arianne Martin. Muses are almost never burly truckers from Queens.) pushes screenwriter Tim to do a horror script. Tim, of course, sneers at the idea, believing horror to be the domain of the low-class hack. But when the muse starts killing a few people off to give Tim a crystal-clear view of horror, it pushes him to crank out a masterwork.
Part splatter flick, part manifesto (seriously, don’t we ALL know a Tim who’s convinced we’re all going to wind up lunatic cheerleader-choppers because we know the difference between Clive Barker, Dean Koontz and good writing?), Red Victoria looks to blend horror with comedy. Interestingly enough, the word is this sucker was shot for five grand as a way to help get financing on a different movie. But this one apparently turned out so well it got distribution on its own.
Even I’m looking forward to it, and that’s saying something.