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This Stuff’ll Kill Ya! (1971) USA/Ultima Films. Starring Jeffrey Allen, Ray Sager, Tim Holt, Larry Drake. Written and Directed by Herschell Gordon Lewis. Color, 99 minutes. Image Entertainment/Something Weird Video Big, boisterous Jeffrey Allen (the mayor in Two Thousand Maniacs!) stars in one of Lewis’s last features as the Reverend Roscoe Boone, a backwoods preacher with a flourishing moonshine business on the side. Boone doesn’t cotton to outside interference, whether from a liquor store or the feds, represented by a puffy-looking Tim Holt, and routinely hassles both to supposed comic effect. |
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Things begin to turn sour after Boone’s wheelman Turnip (an unbearable performance by James Garner’s brother Jack) is killed in an accident; Boone then tries to convince Turnip’s son Carter (Terence McCarthy) to take over the old man’s route. While Carter vacillates between Boone’s easy money and his fiancée's desire for him to return to college, it is revealed that someone is killing off those who have threatened to leak information about Boone to the authorities. All of these loose ties come together in a conclusion that is fraught with both overbaked melodrama and high improbability—par for the course in a Herschell Gordon Lewis movie.
Filmed as The Devil Wears Clodhoppers (which should give you some idea of Lewis’ opinion on rural culture), This Stuff’ll Kill Ya! is a mess, but one delivered with the desperate gusto of a community theater production gone awry and steaming brake-free for the final curtain. The cast (all of whom are terrible) jaws vast mouthfuls of meaningless dialogue around a non-existent story that can’t decide if it’s a comedy or drama, and the two bits of brief gore seem more like the fulfillment of a contractual obligation than a sub-plot. Yet there is an insane sense of joie de vivre to the proceedings that makes the film weirdly compelling. The cast hurl themselves into their sub-human roles with mad abandon; Allen in particular delivers his endless rants with a ferocity that belies the fact that you can’t understand anything he’s saying due to the poor sound mix. And Lewis seems very pleased with his handiwork, letting a scene like the “Isaiah wedding” stretch on long after the audience has not only gotten the joke, but grown to find it interminably stupid (the gag has a new groom share his bride with his fellow cretins). Other exploitation filmmakers would have thrown in the towel with nothing to offer an angry/stoned/bored/horny audience but yokel humor, but Lewis and Co. seem not to mind. They’re enjoying themselves, so who are we to spoil their fun?
Image Entertainment’s disc pairs This Stuff'll Kill Ya! with the long-lost Year of the Yahoo, Lewis’s version of A Face in the Crowd, and includes interesting commentary from Daniel Krogh, who worked on both films and later penned the invaluable Amazing World of Herschell Gordon Lewis book. The DVD is rounded out by a clip from an earlier HGL cornpone pic, Moonshine Mountain (also with Allen) and a brace of Lewis trailers. —Paul Gaita |