Review – Faust: Love of the Damned

Every once in awhile the power fails in the neighborhood surrounding the Movie Elements Mega Mart. On such occasions, bad movies immediately arrive on the scene, throw a trash can through the plate glass window in front, and go “shopping.” Most of these cheap looters just grab the first couple of things they can get their hands on and then dash off into the night. But every once in awhile we run up against a real pro, the kind of movie that grabs a shopping cart and goes to town. This particular effort grabbed a big box of Spawn and a jumbo-sized bag of The Crow. Then it sped over to the props aisle and tossed in a package of X-Men. On the way out, it snagged a host of minor plot and character elements from the impulse buy rack. And at that point it was content. The most original part of the whole darn thing was Jeffrey Combs getting to play a character that wasn’t a nerdy, creepy loner. There’s a chunk o’ nudity (some of it tied to some really stunted sexuality) and some bush-league gore for the easily amused, but otherwise this outing’s thoroughly missable. See if desperate