With a name like "Clownado", you know you are getting something good. Like Joe Dirt's momma said, "When you're down, stare at a clown". In this case, it's when you want something groovy, watch a clown tornado movie.
When watching B-Movies, I don't ask for much. I don't ask for award-winning dialogue. I don't ask for logic. I don't even ask for realistic special effects. But I do ask for originality. Clownado has that. Piles of it. Gooping, bloody, disgusting piles of originality.
Where else can you find a hitchhiking Black Elvis, a girl whose accent changes from New York to Alabama, a clown giving birth to a midget clown, and the legendary Joel D. Wynkoop?
It's not supposed to make sense. It's a movie about a tornado of killer clowns.
Summary: a woman cavorts with a witch who casts a spell trapping a bunch of belligerent clowns - including the woman's ex-lover - in a tornado. Led by the ex-lover, the clowns chase the woman into town and wreak havoc on the townsfolk.
(Disclaimer: I bought the movie from Mr. Wynkoop at an arts and book fair. I've wanted to meet him for a years. He is a good dude. But that's a post for another day.)
Grade: 5 bloody rubber noses of 5
