Encapsulated Cinema: Killer Weekend, Birdemic: Shock and Terror, and Pig Hunt

Someone recently asked me if I considered any of the movies released in the past five years or so were worthy of cult stardom. It was an interesting question, one that I took a bit more seriously than any normal individual would. After extremely careful consideration, I came to the following conclusions. Of course, these aren’t the only motion pictures that came to mind when pondering this question, but they were first and foremost in my mind at the time. I’m sure many probably will not agree with these selections, and I’m perfectly okay with that. After all, isn’t that the beauty of cult cinema?

Here they are, in no particular order.

Killer Weekend (2007)
Director Rob Walker’s 2007 deliriously atrocious straight-to-video slasher “Killer Weekend” — a film about an abusive husband who begins savagely murdering his wife’s family and friends — is the very definition of a hideous motion picture, plain and simple. It’s visually defunct, poorly directed, awkwardly scripted — in short, it’s the sort of movie you’re likely to find languishing in the wee hours of the night on some podunk basic cable channel when you find yourself stranded in the middle of nowhere. That having been said, “Killer Weekend” is an absolute riot, powered by a fearless performance by none other than professional oddball Eric Roberts, an actor who is literally down for just about anything. Want him to screw a corpse while its severed head looks on in sheer agony? He’s your man. Watching him dispatch this annoying group of supposed youngsters is beyond entertaining, especially when he decides to brandish his trusty samurai sword towards the end of the film. “Killer Weekend” is unmistakably awful, though bad movie aficionados should adore it with every icky fiber of their being. And while I don’t condone drinking, I must say it may increase your enjoyment tenfold.

Birdemic (2008)
In the world of woefully bad movies, James Nguyen’s truly unforgettable 2008 romantic thriller “Birdemic: Shock and Terror” is in a league of its own. That being said, this unintentionally hilarious endeavor is quite possibly one of the most enjoyable viewing experiences I’ve had so far this year. The film — a decidedly brain dead tales about a young couple must contend with a swarm of deadly, blood-thirsty eagles — is overloaded with wretched acting, weird editing, and some of the worst audio you’re likely to find outside of a community college course on cinematic sound design. Nguyen’s bizarre abomination is no doubt powered by the same wonky engine that has made cult filmmaker Tommy Wiseau’s “The Room” an Internet sensation. Not surprisingly, “Birdemic: Shock and Terror” is one of the best worst horror flicks about killer birds, fashion models, and software salesmen you’re likely to find in theaters. If you’ve ever wanted to see a movie that sports animated GIFs as special effects, then you do not want to pass this one by.

Pig Hunt (2008)
Director James Isaac’s surprisingly entertaining 2008 killer swine/redneck rampage/homicidal pot-growing hippie horror outing “Pig Hunt” is a refreshing change of pace from the glut of uninspired, low-budget B-movies I’ve been forced to wade through as of late. Don’t let the title or its simplistic premise fool you — this isn’t another boring, lackluster creature feature powered by a cast of former prostitutes and fledgling gay porn candidates. Isaac’s gore-encrusted tale of a group of city slickers and their pig-related adventures deep within the mountainous region of Northern California is packed with so much insanity, so much over-the-top violence that I suspect it will become a cult classic within a few short years. If all of the strange twists and turns, insanely bizarre characters, and the thumping score by none other than former Primus frontman Les Claypool doesn’t get your cinematic mojo primed and ready for business, perhaps the copious amounts crude humor and the enjoyable performances sprinkled generously throughout the flick will do the trick. More fun than a bearded redneck priest armed with a scattergun.