Hey do you like to eat during movies?
Emesis el amor mata (Love Kills) or PussyCake as it's known in the U. S. has more vomit in one movie than in every other film this year put together.
Argentina, you're crazy.
PussyCake is also the name of the all girl band in this film. Elle Cake (Maca Suarez), Sara Cake (Aldana Ruberto), Juli Cake (Sofia Rossi) and Sofi Cake (Anahi Politi, who was also in Crystal Eyes) are struggling to get noticed, so their manager Pato gets them a show where a record label promises to show up. Yet when they get to town, it's empty. And then, as these things go, zombies show up. Or aliens. Or something.
Look, it doesn't really matter. This is the kind of movie that teenage me would run out of breath yelling about to anyone who would listen. It's four fashionable rockstars against all manner of creatures who bleed, barf and otherwise defile the screen with a buffet of bile. It's also 75 minutes long and has no interest in explaining to you why this is happening, who most of the people are and what the rules are of the infection.
Pablo Parés, who co-wrote this with Maxi Ferzzola and Hernán Moyano, has also directed Daemonium: Soldier of the Underworld, Plaga Zombie: Zona Mutante: Revolución Tóxica and a whole bunch of shorts that are all filled with liters -- I did the metric for this -- and liters of blood, viscera and half-eaten innards.
I want to see this in a crowded theater or at the drive-in and just hear an audience go wild for this. I can only imagine the hot water and fresh towel budget that this film had.
Emesis el amor mata (Love Kills) or PussyCake as it's known in the U. S. has more vomit in one movie than in every other film this year put together.
Argentina, you're crazy.
PussyCake is also the name of the all girl band in this film. Elle Cake (Maca Suarez), Sara Cake (Aldana Ruberto), Juli Cake (Sofia Rossi) and Sofi Cake (Anahi Politi, who was also in Crystal Eyes) are struggling to get noticed, so their manager Pato gets them a show where a record label promises to show up. Yet when they get to town, it's empty. And then, as these things go, zombies show up. Or aliens. Or something.
Look, it doesn't really matter. This is the kind of movie that teenage me would run out of breath yelling about to anyone who would listen. It's four fashionable rockstars against all manner of creatures who bleed, barf and otherwise defile the screen with a buffet of bile. It's also 75 minutes long and has no interest in explaining to you why this is happening, who most of the people are and what the rules are of the infection.
Pablo Parés, who co-wrote this with Maxi Ferzzola and Hernán Moyano, has also directed Daemonium: Soldier of the Underworld, Plaga Zombie: Zona Mutante: Revolución Tóxica and a whole bunch of shorts that are all filled with liters -- I did the metric for this -- and liters of blood, viscera and half-eaten innards.
I want to see this in a crowded theater or at the drive-in and just hear an audience go wild for this. I can only imagine the hot water and fresh towel budget that this film had.