Review by Chris Jacques
This will not be a typical movie review; it simply can’t be, as Cockhammer
is not the typical movie. It would be juvenile to simply discard the
movie as “bad,” “piss-poor” or “the most awful thing I’ve ever seen,”
because there’s simply more to it than that. The latest of Kevin
Strange’s masterpieces doesn’t deserve a review that does any more than
cast the film aside…but at the same time, it absolutely does.
Cockhammer is a film in the Troma tradition, an
exploitative horror comedy with rampant sexuality and drug references.
Unlike a Troma flick, however, the winking wit is simply non-existent.
A blurb coming from the filmmakers themselves sets the film up as,
“schlock at an exciting pace, proving that making your own damn movie
has little to do with talent, and everything to do with tanacity
(sic).” Unfortunately for them, and for me, that simply isn’t true.