Me Against The World by Lizzy Borden
Heavy Metal contains a demonic power. It seems a sinister and subversive force seeking to set upon our children and corrupt them against ourselves, our religions and our very way of life.
In John Fasano’s Black Roses, the titular band takes this idea to its natural and literal end. They are demons in disguise; corrupting and possessing the children of Millbasin in an all-out-war of the night against the adults.
They become the black roses, soldiers of the night, and slowly begin killing their parents.
Fasano’s second roll ‘n rock horror odyssey plays almost like the antithesis to Edge of Hell. Where Thor’s metal works as a power of light to defeat the Devil, The Black Roses show us it can also have the power conspire with the old scratch and do his bidding.
Viewed as such, they make a nice double feature. Black Roses, however (for better or worse) is a much more polished work. In not serving as a vehicle for Jon-Mikl Thor’s ego and equally large wardrobe, the whole thing feels less like a glorified music video and more like a genuine film.
There’s definite production value increases; a larger cast, a more involved plot, multiple locations, a pretty legit looking concert opener, and an overall improvement on a special effects level.
I say for better or worse because all of this may or may not increase your enjoyment of Black Roses over Edge of Hell.
Gone is Thor’s over the top muscle-metal machismo. Gone are the truly silly effects. Gone is that absolutely ridiculous b-movie sensibility.
Now, if that’s the sort of thing you hate about Edge of Hell, then perhaps Black Roses will prove more enjoyable for you. However, if those are the very reasons you absolutely love it, then Black Roses will probably feel like a bit of a let down.
In other words, Black Roses in a much better film in the classical sense. However, if you’re the kind of viewer that likes their movies with a little extra cheese, Edge of Hell’s got it beat by a furlong.
Black Roses however has plenty of its own goodness to match that of its predecessor:
- More breasts minus Thor’s ass. Check Plus.
- A glimpse at what it might have been like if Tom Selleck played Marty McFly.
- John Martin bitch slappin’ a she-demon with a tennis racket.
- Better FX.
- Better, non-musician based acting.
- A more identifiable plot.
- An equal (albeit less awesome) amount of rocking.
- Some really kick-ass demons playing some serious hair metal to set the whole thing off.
- And above all, a great soundtrack.
The opening sequence is really what The Shindig is all about, though. It kinda makes you wish the whole movie was nothing but, and wonder just what the hell happened when the Black Roses finally reveal their true selves again during the film’s climax. It’s anyone’s guess. I’ll have to ask John Cody. I imagine they just ran outta money. Oh well. Least we get some kick-ass gifs.
From that killer opening sequence, here’s Lizzy Borden playing Me Against The World, under (ironically) the guise of the demonic Black Roses.