Finally! A slasher clown movie that delivers the goods – and plenty of intestines to go with it!
This low-budget gem opens with a dirty carnival song that reminds me of many Tom Waits pieces that I was forced to listen to as a young girl. 100 Tears focuses on a writing team who compose a local tabloid paper; at first they argue whether to publish a story about a string of homicides committed by someone called the Teardrop Killer, or something obviously fictitious like aliens communicating with zombie leprechauns.
"Or, maybe we could follow the Loch Ness monster around the set of Jersey Shore."
The acting and the dialogue are decent for something that looks like it was filmed over a weekend in a bunch of random warehouses and at friends' houses.
|"Did you remove my Delicates load? There was a VERY important wig in there!"|
The dreaded Teardrop Killer wastes no time in garnering pity through inane monologues or flashback montages – he just chops people up with a big-ass cleaver. And that's why we love him.
|"Anyone order a Blonde Redhead?"|
There isn't a whole lot to analyze in this film because I don't think it was put forth with the intent of being analyzed. Does the midget carnie embody the underrepresented working-class folks who entertain the proverbial privileged masses? I doubt it, but he adds a lot to Gerty the Clown's story that Gerty himself is not readily providing (because he's too busy chopping people up).
All-in-all I'd keep this one for viewing again; always with a different group of folks (or the same awesome ones) and some delightful beverages.