‘Yo, Rickie, what word starts with ‘F’ and ends with ‘uck’? Firetruck.” That’s the first line from Deadgirl, which has more fantastically blunt, clunky, and downright laughable teen-sex dialogue per minute than anything this side of Larry Clark. Marcel Sarmiento and Gadi Harel’s film follows J.T. (Noah Segan) and Rickie (Shiloh Fernandez) on the day they decide to skip school to pound some beers and break some windows in the local abandoned asylum—where they find a zombie girl leftover (Jenny Spain) strapped down to the table. J.T.’s all about repeated rape and getting his rocks off, but Rickie is sensitive because he wears Converse, so he’s not down. There’s actually something going on in Deadgirl; the initial “teen male sexual libido” automatically equaling “sexual violence” formulation goes in a slightly different, more intriguing direction in its last 20 minutes. So if you’re someone who finds that a semi-decent subtext redeems even the shittiest horror film, go to it. Be prepared, however, to hear dialogue like, “She’s our fucking sex slut!” regularly, until everyone is dead or it’s time for a Radiohead-scored montage. No, really.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on July 22, 2009