Review by Bob Ignizio
I’m hardly the first person to point out that THE BANANA
SPLITS movie bears a strong resemblance to the premise of horror video
game/merchandising cash cow/upcoming feature film FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S.
Nonetheless, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention it, since it’s painfully obvious
that the producers were intentionally copying that premise as closely as
possible.
And I’m not even bothered by that. That’s been the B-movie
production model for decades. Just ask Roger Corman, whose New World Pictures did
their best to crank out cheap imitations of big studio hits throughout the
seventies and eighties, occasionally even beating their inspirations to the big
screen just as this film has.
I’m not bothered that the film takes beloved children’s
characters and turns them into horrific killing machines, either. Because let’s
be real. How many kids today even know who The Banana Splits are? I don’t think
I have to worry about my little guy begging to see this because he just loves Fleegle,
Bingo, Drooper and Snork. He has no idea who they are, and I’m guessing very
few humans on this planet under the age of 40 do, either.
No, what bothers me is how bad THE BANANA SPLITS is.
The basic premise is fine, and has potential: a group of Banana Splits fans
come to a taping of the show and stay behind afterwards, hoping to meet the
Splits who in this film are robots rather than people in costumes. Doesn’t make
a lot of sense from a production standpoint but makes a lot of sense if you’re
doing a FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S knock-off. When the Splits find out that
their show has been cancelled, their already shaky programming really goes
haywire and they go on a gory killing spree.
Unfortunately, director Danishka Esterhazy seems to have no
affinity for either horror or comedy, which is kind of a problem if you’re
making a horror-comedy. His sense of timing is non-existent, and the sadistic
cruelty of the killings undermines any potential laughs. At the same time,
there’s no real sense of suspense or menace. Gorehounds might be happy with the
amount of red meat the film dishes up, but there’s not much beyond that.
The various characters and subplots in the screenplay by Jed Elinoff and Scott Thomas are little more than a collection of played out cliches. I'm not saying you need a great script for a movie like this, but having one this bad is a detriment.
For comparison, look at KILLER KLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE,
another film that takes kid friendly icons who always had a creepy undercurrent
and turns them into monsters. The plot wasn’t much deeper, but the jokes were
genuinely clever, and despite their comical appearance, the Klowns were believably
dangerous. That movie also felt like it was coming from a place of genuine
passion on the part of its makers, the Chiodo brothers, while THE BANANA SPLITS
is obviously work for hire. And KILLER KLOWNS did it all on a shoestring
budget that, adjusted for inflation, probably isn’t much different than the
amount BANANA SPLITS cost to make.
I’m sure this will still pass muster with some, and I’m not here to shame anyone for
liking it. But if you’re looking for anything more than a reasonably slick and gory
time waster, I’d suggest you give this one a pass.
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