Hanger (2009, Review)
Director: Ryan Nicholson
Cast: Nathan Dashwood, Debbie Rochon, Ronald Patrick Thompson, Dan Ellis, Wade Gibb, Alastair Gamble, Lloyd Kaufman
Plotdigger Films/ NTSC Region 1/ Not Rated/ English/ Colour/ 90 Min./ 1:77:1 Letterbox/ 5.1 Dolby Digital / PURCHASE
Special Features: Commentary with Ryan Nicholson, Behind the Stoma: The Making & Taking of Hanger, Enough Dope to Hanger Yourself With: On the Set with Lloyd Kaufman, Black on White Inbred – A Blue Movie by Leroy Washington starring Rose Pedals, Deleted Scenes, Blooper Reel, Hanger original trailer, Stills Gallery
The latest cinematic atrocity to be shat out of the crusty STD inflamed womb of writer/director Ryan Nicholson’s depraved imagination is sure to leave you scarred for life…like a hookers uterus after being annihilated by a coat hanger. There are definitely no-holds-barred in this film, as it is chock full of all of Nicholson’s terrible trademarks…and then some. A few particularly memorable menstrual blood moments literally had me thinking, ‘What the Fuck?!’ out loud, and hoping that the next 28 days of my life would be the lengthiest ever. Ryan Nicholson has most definitely reached a status of superiority in the rotten bowels of B-grade film. The perverse nature of his films has reached unimaginable heights throughout the progression of his work and it’s safe to say that Nicholson won’t be holding up on the horrific shit anytime soon, as his uninhibited imagination truly cannot be tamed.
The story goes a little something like this: Junkie-hooker gets knocked up by one of her tricks. (Her douchebag pimp is obviously IRATE.) She vows to stay off the crack and clean up her lifestyle, after the baby daddy refuses her attempts to try to convince him to stick around, he bails. She packs her shit and tries to take off but she doesn’t make it too far and ends up paying the price; the price just so happens to be her fetus–the method of payment: a wire coat hanger. By some morbid miracle, the five-pound putrid peanut happens to survive the ‘forced-birth-near-death-experience’, is shortly after adopted by a bum and given the name, Hanger. Low-life trick-daddy rolls up on his deformed bastard son’s eighteenth birthday and tears him away from the skeezy streets, only to bring him to an even skeezier bachelor pad where he teaches him how to drink beer, beat hookers, and soothe the heart-wrench of losing his mother by putting an end to anyone who crosses his path in the most downright disgusting ways possible.
Ryan Nicholson is a new-aged revolutionary of repulsion–always eager to spew out the sickest, most sexually-depraved, uncompromising ultra-violence. Featuring what could possibly be the filthiest, most blatantly mind-scarring fetus-ejection scene of all time, Hanger makes the end of acclaimed French horror film Inside look like a trip to Disney World. The feces flows proudly & freely in this one, and the abundance of rape–with a severe emphasis on Nicholson’s apparent ‘No-Holds-Barred’ policy–is enough to make you consider vowing celibacy. On the topic of ass-reaming: Hanger puts the ‘REAM’ in extreme; prosthetic penis’ plunge into pudding-spewing pucker holes–and this is only a mere fragment of the facetious fecal matter this movie has to serve you amongst all the other Skat-turd hors d’oeuvres. The consistent use of disturbingly accurate prosthetic private parts makes me wonder a bit about Nicholson’s personal life…(something tells me this man is a master of the pocket-pussy).
What is most likely the equivalent of a veteran filmmakers worst nightmare, the production value is just about as sleazy as Ryan Nicholson’s moronically-malicious mind-fucking material (although some will consider it a legacy of low-budget Canadian film making). The cinematographic quality of his films, and other Plotdigger presentations alike, really enhances the overall hilarity presented in Nicholson’s terribly-terrific tales of trash. Although I didn’t understand why Nicholson chose to portray the majority of characters as pie-eyed burn victims, they were as ragingly ridiculous as ever in this one. Hanger is the new poster child for grotesque, misunderstood freaks–and definitely not the kind of guy you want to be tossing ‘Your Momma’ jokes at…
