The Mitchell Brothers meet Sean S. Cunningham in this noxious exercise in boring sex and implausible violence

Donkey Punch

on December 05, 2008 by Ray Greene
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Donkey Punch is a repulsive “thriller” that starts out using the syntax of a ‘70s porn movie and ends up as a sort of ‘80s slasher flick, only without the slasher. The title is a perfect encapsulation of the movie’s sleazy aspirations: “donkey punch” is a real term, described in one of the many giddy, misogynist and reader-provided definitions available online at urbandictionary.com as follows:

[Y]ou will be doing your girl doggy style and as you are about to climax you will punch her in the back of the head in order to make [her] vaginal wall muscles tighten to better your orgasm.

This amateur lexicographer who provided the above also adds helpfully: “With the atomic donkey punch you use an aluminum baseball bat which is even better.” Isn’t the information age wonderful?

British filmmaker Olly Blackburn has taken this squalid sliver of urban sexual lore and used it to precipitate a yacht-based snuff picture, in which a group of young hedonists kill each other in increasingly ludicrous ways using everything from signal flares to small outboard motors. Before they get to the bloodletting, these happy vacationers engage in drug-fueled sex that’s like a Cliff Notes abridgement of the Marquis de Sade’s Philosophy in the Bedroom : threesomes, partner-swapping, voyeurism and, of course, sadism, in the form of the aforementioned “donkey punch” (which, by the way, is prosecutable as both assault and rape, so don’t try this at home). The “donkey punch” is performed by an over-enthusiastic male virgin, accidentally killing one of the three young lovelies the men picked up for their recreational sex cruise. The threat of murder charges sets the men against the two-remaining females, leaving the women to scream, cry and generally carry on like twits until the post-feminist “empowerment” clichés kick in and the girls start fighting back.

Somewhere during the transition from the Artie and Jim Mitchell type of sleaze to the Sean S. Cunningham variety, there are about twenty minutes of adequate Hitchcockian suspense in Donkey Punch, indicating that Blackburn may end up being a successful hack director one day. But that day is somewhere in the future, if it’s to come at all. Meanwhile, we’ve got this meandering testament to implausible violence and red caro syrup. Though it wants to be bad and decadent, about the only truly horrifying things about Donkey Punch are the very limited goals it sets for itself and then fails to achieve. That, and the way it reminds us of how joyless and un-erotic so much of our screen sex has become in these over-sexed times.

Distributor: Magnolia

Cast: Robert Boulter, Sian Breckin, Tom Burke, Nichola Burley, Julian Morris, Jay Taylor and Jaime Winstone
Director: Olly Blackburn
Screenwriters: Olly Blackburn and David Bloom
Producers : Angus Lamont, Robin Gutch and Mark Herbert
Genre: Thriller

Rating: TBD
Running time: 89 min.

Release date: January 23 NY/LA

Tags: Robert Boulter, Sian Breckin, Tom Burke, Nichola Burley, Julian Morris, Jay Taylor, Jaime Winstone, Olly Blackburn, David Bloom, Angus Lamont, Robin Gutch, Mark Herbert, Magnolia, 70s porn, sleezy
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