Melvin. Review by Brian Kirst
Henry Weintraub’s undead epic Melvin is a head squishing, blood spurting, foot as a deadly weapon, titty grabbing through stomach cavity delight.
But, beyond the moist awesomeness, is a story that every horror film geek can relate to. Like Carrie in the man school, brilliant college student Norman Pinkus is the subject of taunts, teases and practical jokes. One night after being bitten by long dead nerd Melvin, Norman soon finds himself being used as an avenger upon his recent (rotting) acquaintance’s murderers. Soon heads are flying in pick-on-me-ville and this time, Norman isn’t on the receiving end.
Weintraub keeps the last half of this 60 some minute feature oozing with a fast pace and laugh out loud maiming. He also squeezes surprisingly natural and truly effective performances out of two of his leads – Patrick O’Driscoll as awkwardly put-upon Norman and Lilly Maher, as Wendy, Melvin’s sorrowful sister and every loser’s wanna-be love interest.
