Angelina and Norbert’s mom commits suicide, leaving behind her ventriloquist doll, Dummy, to take care of them. In and out of foster homes with abusive parents, they’ve had to pack away Dummy, but are now grown up, and ready to take on the world. They have a dream to relive their mom’s profession, and take their ventriloquist act to Vegas. Dummy kills a kid, Norbert takes the fall and gets committed, and Angelina takes to the stripper stage to make money. Months later, she goes to retrieve her brother, and after Dummy kills the orderly, they make a break for it.
You can tell early on that Angelina has high aspirations when she says, “I’m almost 18, which means I’m gonna need to get a job. Maybe as a model, or a prostitute, I don’t know, but I’m going to make lots of money.” A model, a street whore, hmmm, is there really any difference?
While on the road, they kidnap a girl for Norbert to procreate with, so another male can continue the family name and business. They leave a path of destruction with every stop, and almost get hauled in by the cops, but take care of the situation and hit the road again. Angelina decides the best way to ensure the longevity of their name is to offer herself to her brother, which is welcomed with little resistance.
Dummy keeps trying to convince Norbert that his sister is loco, and they need to bounce, but he never gets the nuggets to do it. In the end, she breaks his heart by telling him his ventriloquist abilities are a hoax, and then she kills him. With Dummy in-hand, she sticks to the plan and heads to Vegas. Saldy, the dream is never fulfilled, but she gives birth to her brother’s child, a boy. She dies shortly thereafter, leaving him in the caring hands of the talking doll.
I kept thinking this movie would get better, but sadly, it didn’t, and actually got worse. Sure, Angelina’s a young, pretty blonde, who will keep your attention, but her potty mouth can easily turn you off, unless that's your thing. Norbert is pretty ridiculous, and doesn’t say a single word until his dying breaths. He just makes stupid facial expressions, and totes the doll around like his pride and joy. Dummy is a sex-crazed doll, who has shotty dialog, an annoying voice, and isn’t even scary when he needs to be. That's no big surprise though, considering the writer and director is Mark Jones of the Leprechan franchise. Did you see Leprechan In the Hood? Laughable because it's so retarded.
What attempted to be humorous, wasn’t, and even with a sprinkling of nudity, mainly from Dummy’s dreams, it couldn’t save this movie. It’s obvious that several scenes were odes to Natural Born Killers and The Devil’s Rejects, but they were less than entertaining, and actually an embarrassing attempt.
I don't recommend watching this movie, and it further supports my opinion of Dimension Extreme releases. Much better “dummy” movies to watch are Dead Silence, Magic, or even Jeff Dunham, but be on the lookout for Black Devil Doll, coming to DVD this fall. View the trailer at www.blackdevildoll.com.
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OVERALL RATING--2-- |
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