Or, as I like to imagine the killer in the movie hollering out, “Sit-on-my-face.”
That’s all he really wants…
…probably though, he just wants to kill his tenants. Which just happen to all be lady residents. And he just happens to have a crawlspace. But not the John Wayne Gacy-type crawlspace.
Gunther, played by Klaus Kinski, may have lips resembling Big Ang’s, but other than that, let’s face it, there’s nothing comical about him–he’s downright spooky.
I don’t know what it is with movies targeting the plot of “Nazi doctor gone wrong,” but I’ll take it.
Of course, everything goes a little crazy when, instead of deciding to Heil Hitler or even God, he decides to Heil himself.
Now, this crazed guy had a lot of torture gadgets set up. One, in particular, was a booby trap in the opening to his crawlspace.
The girl knows to check it. With her shoe. Really? Really. I consider myself a pretty smart person. But I would not have checked that crawlspace. What do you guys think? If you were in someone’s room and you come across the opening to a crawlspace and you’re about to hide–do you drop your shoe in to check if it’s booby trapped?
Another thing–this guy is pretty anal. Literally. Who sets up a trap that goes up your butt? …Mother fuckers, that’s who.
Not only that, but then he won’t even leave the formerly anal-ed guy in peace. He has to do this to him:
After he kills someone, Gunther has to do this weird little Russian Roulette routine.
I have no problem with that. What I have an issue with is Gunther’s little phrase every.single.godforsaken.time after he pulls the trigger, “So be it.”
Who are you? Kurt Vonnegut?
Lastly, Gunther, kill every lady tenant you have. I did not like any of them. The one who sings god-awful songs on her piano and cuts out holes in her bra for her nipples as she giggles? Did not care. The one who buys a bushel of candy? Did not care. The other ones I don’t even remember except for the very last one and I vaguely only liked her because she made a joke about vampires and wore boyfriend jeans. But dammit, you killed one of your rat friends, and that is just UNFORGIVABLE.
I am ashamed of you, Gunther.
I am not ashamed, however, to say I laughed at various points of this movie and that it was a cheesy good one. Not Muenster or Gouda but a nice Wal-Mart brand of Cheddar.
(By the way, if you’re looking for a killing other than the rat shown above, watch something else. We only see the aftermath. Frowny face.)
Some favorite quotes from reviewers on Netflix:
“I loved Kinski with tranny makeup in a Nazi uniform.”
“…the Cosby-ish sweaters were spot on”