So I Married an Axe Murderer. One of my faves as a kid. This is what I thought being an adult would be like. Reading poetry, drinking giant latte bowls at coffee shops, being afraid of commitment but still marrying a beautiful lady who you believe may be a serial killer because of some shit you read in a tabloid. Spoiler, it is! Greatest movie of all time.
Cons: Not exactly thrilled with how they play cute with dead animal corpses at the Harriet's Meat's of the World store. A play on meet cute that is fucking dumb and overplayed, at least now (like in iZombie). Charlie is sort of a whiny bitch. Basically everything with Anthony LaPaglia's character, Tony Giardino, is irritating.
|Contemplating why she is marrying such a dip shit|
Overall the film has a Hitchcock/Jerry Lewis collaboration vibe, combining dark subject matter with zany comedy. It is at surreal. None more so than when Charlie volunteers to help Harriet with running the butcher shop where he does slapstick with entrails and animal bits in a disturbing take on flirting. It sort of made me sick to my stomach (I'm a vegetarian). It is supposed to be shocking, and is, but as a comedic device, real dead animals doesn't work. When the film works though it is a solid example of a murder mystery comedy reminiscent of Manhattan Murder Mystery by Woody Allen. Had Charlie been Jewish instead of Scottish then it would have pretty much been a Woody Allen movie.
|Not to be fucking trusted|
|Yeah, that's the one.|
Little something for the people of Earth, here, when you go to someone's home for some sexy time and there is an extremely awkward or unsettling encounter with a family member or a roommate, then you need to be on your toes because shit will go down as that person (the family member or roommate or whatever) is insane. Pro tip for you there.
ANYwho, the way Charlie wrecks his good thing is he gets all fucking paranoid about an article he opened to randomly in the Weekly World News between articles about Bill Clinton fathering Bat Boy and Elvis Presley being spotted alive at a Burger King about a woman they call Mrs. X whose husbands all went missing under bizarre circumstances. He gets cop bud Tony to fucking investigate though and he is like, "uh, it's probably not her, bra," but Charlie still acts like a freak before eventually breaking up with her over it because he is a fucking nut job.
So basically Charlie is all moody and dejected throughout most of the rest of the movie until Tony tells him that a killer confessed in the Mrs. X case and he and Harriet make up and decide to get married. But dude is still a freak, with somewhat good reason as it turns out since someone, the sister, is indeed trying to kill him. But whatevs. Charlie is still an idiot, which is what makes the movie great. Also, this happens.
Just to recap, Myers plays Charlie MacKenzie, a man afraid of commitment, until he meets Harriet (Travis), who works at a butcher shop and may be a serial killer. Myers also plays his own character's father, Stuart. Very Christ like of that Myers (he fathered his child which was also himself). This character was the fucking best. I still often quote old Stuart Mackenzie saying "we've got a piper down!" every time I see someone playing the bagpipes on TV or IRL, Also any time anyone is in my way I just randomly yell, "Heeed! Doon! Noo!" Good shit. And with this, some sweet Stuart action, I bid you adieux.