“You think you’re some sort of a god? Well, you’re only a
god in here. Out there, in the real world, you’re nothing but another crazy
fuck.”
Another Roger Corman movie, you say? Well, this is B-Movie
Bonanza, and Roger’s Concorde/New Horizons films have contributed greatly
to the direct-to-video market. Much to my chagrin, the golden era, when these
cheapies lined video store shelves, has long-since passed. As recent
documentaries like Rewind This! and Adjust Your Tracking have
shown via emulsion-lined screens, nothing quite compares to VHS nostalgia. Oh
how I miss picking up a dust-coated New Horizons Home Video sleeve to closely
observe those lurid images of busty young actresses in varying stages of
undress (as Corman always said, nudity is the cheapest special effect).
Those moments following this almost hypnotic state, when I’d flip to peruse a
hastily cranked-out synopsis of a thinly-veiled plot, was always the
icing on the cake, especially when said synopsis contained typographical
errors, or said cake featured stills of big-boobied actresses not even in the
movie. The format may be long gone, but the movies themselves live on—if not on
YouTube or Hulu or Netflix, then right here in my cozy little corner of the
Interwebz.
Most often, it’s quite clear that the scripts for Corman’s
expansive collection were cranked-out in, at most, a weekend. The excessive
stock footage, predictable plot twists, and questionable caracter development
give those away each and every time. But on rare occasions, I’d find myself
watching a clearly bad film with some semblance of a compelling and/or original
premise buried beneath poor direction, sloppy editing, thrown-together sets,
and, of course, an abundance of nudity. Such is the case with The Coroner.
The plot centers around a prolific serial killer, who
happens to be L.A.’s chief medical examiner. He destroys all evidence of his
crimes while revisiting his victims as they lay upon a morgue slab. Our villain
(Dean St. Louis) doesn’t choose victims at random, however. He specifically
targets beautiful young women who’ve recently attempted suicide, but failed. He
then stalks and holds them captive in a chamber of horrors, where he tortures
and humiliates them before ultimately succeeding where they couldn’t. This
demented hobby always takes place with a camcorder well within reach, so our
scalpel-wielding madman can relive the butchery over and over.
Meanwhile, Emma Santiago (Jane Longnecker), an ill-mannered,
high-strung attorney with a slightly atypical approach when it comes to
cross-examining unreliable witnesses, finds herself the next victim in this
string of brutal slayins. Fortunately, she is able to escape before she ends up
in the morgue with the rest of The Coroner’s mutilated corpses. Unfortunately,
no one believes her elaborate story. As detectives come to find, Emma has a
history of mental instability to accompany her over-the-top court room antics,
whereas our slice-n-dice medical examiner is a pillar of society with a healthy
and longstanding rapport with several members of the police force, including
the detectives investigating Emma’s claims.
Though The Coroner is a fairly interesting concept,
the screenplay has a number of things working against it. First and foremost,
it was produced by Concorde/New Horizons. Second, it was obviously tweaked to
include unnecessary scenes that don’t exactly go with the film, all of them
containing gratuitous nudity. Third, while the performances aren’t terrible
(though Longnecker does do a fair bit of chewing the scenery) they’re
rather inconsistent. Worst of all, The Coroner contains as much, if not
more, stock footage as the 1996 Maria Ford quickie Strip for Action.
Snippets of screaming actresses from completely unrelated films, like The
Slumber Party Massacre and Sorority House Massacre II are randomly
inserted throughout the movie to serve as, I can only assume, flashback footage
from The Coroner’s previous slayings. It’s quite noticeable and even a
non-Corman devotee would more than likely pick up on it immediately. Oh and I
should probably mention the score, which was recycled from a handful of other
Concorde productions.
I’m by no means implying The Coroner could’ve been
something spectacular, but with a little dialogue polish, a bigger budget, and
a few more seasoned actors, it definitely could’ve been something better.
Alas, it is what it is and so it remains a movie I enjoy not because it’s good,
but because it’s oh-so-delightfully bad. As always, you’re welcome to watch
along with me (I believe it’s pretty easy to track down on YouTube and other
streaming sites). I, however, used the original Concorde DVD, which runs
1:14:07.
Disclaimer: I often ramble nonsensically
while struggling for material to fill the running time. On occasion, I
unwittingly head off in some pretty kooky directions. This time, I gave
something of a tutorial on how to correctly slit one’s wrists. I don’t know
this from personal experience and the topic by no means appears randomly
(several of the women in the film attempt suicide using this method). My
thoughts, comments, opinions, and ramblings on the subject are NOT meant
to inspire or encourage anyone to take a sharp implement to their own flesh.
It’s just me, as per usual, acting like a total jackass. Now, as Fred Olen Ray
says in the opening disclaimer for Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers, my
conscience is clear.
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