I consider myself lucky enough to have gotten a copy of "Slimed" in the mail a few months back, sent to me by my good friend, director Jeff Nitzberg. But before I talk about my viewing experience, allow me to preface...
I was in love once. It was a long time ago. Christ... it feels like centuries... I had been in darkness. Just the most corrupt of complete nothingness, and almost impossibly I met her, and suddenly, it was as if a light switch had been flicked. I was illuminated. Illuminated by her soul, illuminated by her beauty, her selfless ways of making me smile... illuminated by everything that she was. She was gorgeous. I remember a time where we did nothing but stay in bed for an entire day just... existing. I had never known a wonder in my life so beyond heaven, so beyond pure, unabashed glory in her presence.
We were happy for two months.
Then she was SHOT IN THE FACE. A man with a gun SHOT HER IN THE FACE. I SAW IT HAPPEN IN FRONT OF ME. Her beautiful smile... her perfect face... obliterated by a single bullet that passed between her eyes and exploded through the back of her skull. The brain that held our memories, the brain that was capable of understanding how to make me the happiest man in the world, had suddenly spilled onto the pavement of the street in front of our apartment... the apartment we shared together. Do you understand? With a single bullet, this woman that I cherished and worshipped ceased to exist. HER FACE EXPLODED INTO HER BRAIN AND SKULL.
I thought I could never love again.
Then I saw "Slimed", and I was all like, "Fuck that bitch"!
"Slimed" makes my dead girlfriend look like exactly what she is: a rotting corpse in a coffin without a face.
I love this movie.