Movie Review: Poolboy Drowning Out The Fury
I knew I was in for a treat with Poolboy: Drowning Out The Fury after viewing intro by the Writer/Producer/Director/Amateur Geologist/Freight Train operator/Part Time Ballistics Exert – Saint James St. James. The opening sequence is intentionally cheesy but gave me a cheap laugh.
Admittedly I pre-gamed a bit and have already downed 4 PBR tall-boys.
Cut to the classic 80’s opening montage credits. The names are hysterical, as is the hairband 80’s rock donkey themed song. Well done.
Now onto the film.
Poolboy: Drowning Out the Fury
This is essentially two movies in one. The first parodies the cheesy action movies of the late 80’s-early 90’s about a Vietnam vet named Sal Brando (Kevin Sorbo) who returns home to find that Mexicans have monopolized the business of pool cleaning.
As if that isn’t bad enough, his wife and son are murdered by his wife’s Latin lover (Bryan Callen.) Sal extracts justice with his modified pool net, but incurs the wrath of Caesar (Danny Trejo)
Kentucky Fried Movie.
The premise of the second movie: a rich, eccentric ten-year old gets to write, direct and produce his own movie. Sal and his pool-vengeance story is that movie.
Obviously there’s a learning curve to making movies, as the film goes on to demonstrate.
The end result is a hodge-podge affair, intentionally littered with “B Movie” mistakes such as support crew being visible in shots, smoking uncut cigars, camera crew visible in reflections, telephones still ringing after they’ve been picked up.
Stupid on Purpose.
Poolboy: Drowning Out the Fury is one big joke. The acting is terrible as is the dialogue, and the storyline? Forget it.
We can all agree on that there are films so bad that they are good (hello Mac & Me and every Steven Seagal film ever.) Occasionally an intentional schlock job will hit gold (I’m looking at you Sharknado). More often than not the movies that intentionally go this route fail miserably.
For the most part Poolboy avoids this – with many of its gags hitting the mark, a great cast of B movie stars, and the narration Saint James St. James. Whenever I was about to write this film off St. James would pop in and give me a WTF moment that I’d have to rewatch.
Where Poolboy doesn’t work is the gratuitous violence, cursing and racism. While none of it offended me, 90 minutes of the same gags became tedious.
Overall Poolboy: Drowning Out The Fury is a little more than what was to be expected, being that there are many legitimate laugh out loud moments. If you have a strong stomach and perhaps a few adult beverages in you, I recommend giving it a look.