A friend of mine, local filmmaker Jon Bonnell, recently allowed me to take a look at his new script “The Evil Breakfast Dead Club”. I had worked with Jon on a promo trailer for the film, so I was excited to finally see the finished script.
There are many things that go together, peanut butter and jelly, gin and tonic, Captain and Tennille, The Breakfast Club and The Evil Dead.
Yes, you read that right.
Sometimes the best crossovers are the movies you never saw coming. Although if you really think about it, pairing up the definitive 80’s brat pack movie with the definitive 80’s horror movie, not only it makes sense, but it makes you wonder why it hasn’t happened sooner.
Hijinks are rampant when a group of sexually charged teenagers doomed to a Saturday detention retreat to a cabin in the woods and uncover the Necronomicon, the fabled Book of the Dead. When an ancient evil spirit is released, the five students find themselves in a fight for their lives as one by one, they are attacked. Everything you would expect from the Evil Dead is present, demonic possessions, severed limbs, ancient English chanting. Coupled with the witty dialog from one of the most beloved films of the 80’s, The Evil Breakfast Dead Club delivers a horrific journey that is strangely familiar and horrifyingly fresh. Some of the most undignified deaths greet the group as the ancient evil slowly dispatches them. Head milkshakes, decapitations and a well-placed plunger keep the gore flowing.
The art of parodying involves paying reverence to the source material while taking it in new and humorous directions. Basically, it’s the same but different. Most parodies fail when they drift too far from the source material. The Evil Breakfast Dead Club works because it takes the best moments from the source material and combines them with hilarious and unexpected results. Many parodies fail when they neglect the films they are lampooning and the end product ultimately becomes unfamiliar. The Evil Breakfast Dead Club stays true to both films, but without simply being a shot for shot rehash of either.
I laughed out loud at the irreverent dialog many times and the quick witted banter leads you to a false calm before a scare sideswipes you.
Later in the script, one of the characters asks “What are the signs of demonic possession?” He is told “Changes in personality. Preoccupation with sexual activity. Changes in personal hygiene, personal dress, swearing, abusive, threatening… This is every teenager on the planet” and this sums up the film nicely.
The Evil Breakfast Dead Club is a satisfying nod to era of filmmaking held near and dear to many. It is about to enter preproduction and I eagerly await the finished film.