There is no way to butter it up so here goes:
Bad Milo is a film about a VERY stressed man and the angry yet somehow disarmingly cute little monster that lives up his butt
I wanted to go see this in cinema, or at least when they were screening it at the Fright Fest in London last year(2014).
All I needed was one look at the little Milo beastie to know that yes, no bones about it, come hell or high water or rabid brain eating care bears - I was going to watch this.
Bad Milo is sometimes sweet, mostly uncomfortable and bloody but all entertaining.
Not even going to justify that question with an answer.
Man with stress induced flesh eating monster living up his bung hole.
It's ludicrous and funny.
But if you're a prude or titchy about bodily stuff you're probably better skipping this one.
The Milo puppet is pretty cool. Looked like pretty much everything was practical, well except for a lot of the blood sprays. Those weren't so well rendered but it is a B movie after all.
Ken Marino's performance. My sphincter was clenching just watching. No-one (well almost) enjoys getting their prostate checked but this is something ELSE.
If this review was based on the Milo creature design alone I would stop writing right here.
Cause poo or no poo he's kind of cute.
Maybe that says things about me as a person?
Duncan (played by Ken 'I'm really sorry dude I can't think of anything else i've seen you in' Marino) is .....
In a large faceless firm
his new office cubicle is a toilet, literally
(as things start to line up with reality gets a lot less funny huh?)
Duncan's boss, unsurprisingly, is a dick.
His dad abandoned him and his Ma when he was a kid.
Word has got around that he and his Mrs are having 'issues' in their horizontal relationship and his new 'dad' has no qualms about trying to help.
And that's not even counting the insanely painful bouts of constipation he has recently become prone to.
You know? all good character building stuff.
His new therapist played by Peter "This is how we fix problem in the Russian space station" Storemare in one of his funniest performances in a while.
Seriously I love that guy.
Nothing says fun like an eccentric psychologist with a penchant for ganja and a sock puppet habit.
Other highlights include:
The flick is not deep at all, or rather if it was at any point - I certainly missed it.
That is of course not to say that it didn't have lots of heart
and liver and entrails, well lots of organs.
I'd better end this fast, the puns are not going to get any better.
A satisfying b-movie horror flick.