Donkey Punch
June 10th 2008 01:50
I do like a movie that skillfully works a low-budget. Donkey Punch (2008), which played at the 55th Sydney Film Festival, is fresh from Warp-X, set-up to produce cheap, but effective and commercially successful movies. It’s a horror-thriller that plays aggressively with numerous conventions. It’s not a wholly surprising movie, and it’s not that scary, but the production values and performances of its young, good-looking cast are solid, which lifts its game higher than a lot of the other flotsam and jetsam out there.
Three spunky girls from Leeds, England, are holidaying (read: partaying) in sun-bleached Mallorca, Spain. Lisa (Sian Breckin) and Kim (Jaime Winstone, daughter of Ray) are keen for their friend Tammi (Nicola Burley) to forget her recent break-up, so they can all let their hair down (and their bikinis to follow!). At a bar they meet three likely lads; matinee idol Josh (Julian Morris), sleazy DJ Bluey (Tom Burke), and newbie Marcus (Jay Taylor).
After stealing a bottle of champagne from someone’s ice-bucket the boys invite the girls down to the beach, and then after further breaking the ice, they lure the girls (although Tammi exhibits a little apprehension) to the nearby marina and onto a large cruiser where they meet and greet another mate, Sean (Robert Boulter).
Pretty soon it’s bon voyage, and it’s everyone up on deck in the sunshine where party lubricator bad-boy Bluey dishes out the disco biscuits. Everyone pops a whole, but Sean and Tammi decide to do halves. Everyone’s having a whale of a time, swimming and laughing. Bluey, being the right charmer that he is, relates a disgusting incident where a guy he knew was “tarmac-ed” (!) by a girl during sex. Kim asks if the boys know what a “dirty sanchez” is. “Of course,” they reply. So Bluey asks if they’re familiar with a “donkey punch”. Marcus claims he does, but when Bluey describes it - having sex doggystyle and just before you orgasm applying a harsh chop/punch to the back of the girl’s neck and she involuntarily clenches her vagina – Marcus frowns and quickly denies it.
Bluey brings out the glass pipe for a little “Russian ice” to lower the girls’ inhibitions even further. “Hardcore” Lisa and feisty Kim are keen as mustard, so Josh and Bluey seize the opportunity to take the action below deck.
Marcus crashes the party to watch his mates getting’ it on, and armed with a small camcorder he begins videotaping. Whilst the drug-taking sequence was both crucial and authentically captured, the protracted sex scene seems oddly gratuitous. It’s certainly more candid than a lot of Brit flicks, and probably more lingering than the American remake will be, but it seemed like unnecessary padding.
It is during this scene where the movie takes a sharp turn; Bluey takes over videoing and gets eager Marcus involved. Lisa doesn’t seem to mind being shared, and while Marcus is behind her Bluey encourages, then orders him to do the donkey punch. Marcus complies and it’s whambamthankyouma’am; Lisa is out cold … dead.
It’s taken a while to get to this point, but from here on in things start getting messier and messier. Night has fallen, and the dream party has turned very sour indeed. Tammi is led to believe Lisa has overdosed, but Kim, although engrossed in sex with Josh, heard otherwise. The boys quickly decide Lisa’s body has to be dumped, otherwise everyone goes down. Strangers, hard drugs, loose sex, a videotape; it’s not a reliable recipe.
Director Oliver Blackburn’s first feature (background in music clips) is very competently made, and he ratchets up the tension in the second half swiftly and strongly, but although the audicence feel for the girl’s nightmare predicament, there’s a little of “don’t say we didn’t warn you” floating around. After all the lads become united in dumping Lisa’s body, they become indistinguishable. All of them should get their just desserts, and in true horror style, they do.
In fact, like a classic slasher flick the deaths are inventive (the eponymous donkey punch, slow death by foldable knife, fiery death by flare, nasty death by outboard motor, and a swift death by snapped neck). There’s a suicide, and we’re even left with a final girl.
How the boys turn into such cowardly, treacherous rogues I found too contrived for the purposes of the movie’s narrative arc, especially young Marcus who showed no sign of his sociopathic nature at all in the movie’s first half. However I have to admit his torturous handling of injured Bluey was one of the movie’s horror highlights.
The movie’s score by François-Eudes Chanfrault was a stand-out. And as curious and provocative as the title is, American audiences will no doubt have enormous trouble with the English accents, and so it’s no surprise to learn that the rights to a Hollywood remake have already been sold.
Donkey Punch is not as scary as the excellent Dead Calm (1990), but not as languid as Polanski’s artful Knife in the Water (1965). It is viscerally intense in places, and unusually sexy and hedonistic, despite its tragic unfolding, but if you’re after a serious UK horror flick The Descent (2006) is far scarier, more stylish and ultimately more memorable. With my tongue lodged in cheek, Donkey Punch is more an extreme bloody version of trash series Girls Gone Wild. And where was the yacht rock?!
And a donkey punch, is there really such a thing?! For women's sake, I surely hope it's only fictional slang ...
Here's a low-rez trailer:
Three spunky girls from Leeds, England, are holidaying (read: partaying) in sun-bleached Mallorca, Spain. Lisa (Sian Breckin) and Kim (Jaime Winstone, daughter of Ray) are keen for their friend Tammi (Nicola Burley) to forget her recent break-up, so they can all let their hair down (and their bikinis to follow!). At a bar they meet three likely lads; matinee idol Josh (Julian Morris), sleazy DJ Bluey (Tom Burke), and newbie Marcus (Jay Taylor).
After stealing a bottle of champagne from someone’s ice-bucket the boys invite the girls down to the beach, and then after further breaking the ice, they lure the girls (although Tammi exhibits a little apprehension) to the nearby marina and onto a large cruiser where they meet and greet another mate, Sean (Robert Boulter).
Pretty soon it’s bon voyage, and it’s everyone up on deck in the sunshine where party lubricator bad-boy Bluey dishes out the disco biscuits. Everyone pops a whole, but Sean and Tammi decide to do halves. Everyone’s having a whale of a time, swimming and laughing. Bluey, being the right charmer that he is, relates a disgusting incident where a guy he knew was “tarmac-ed” (!) by a girl during sex. Kim asks if the boys know what a “dirty sanchez” is. “Of course,” they reply. So Bluey asks if they’re familiar with a “donkey punch”. Marcus claims he does, but when Bluey describes it - having sex doggystyle and just before you orgasm applying a harsh chop/punch to the back of the girl’s neck and she involuntarily clenches her vagina – Marcus frowns and quickly denies it.
Bluey brings out the glass pipe for a little “Russian ice” to lower the girls’ inhibitions even further. “Hardcore” Lisa and feisty Kim are keen as mustard, so Josh and Bluey seize the opportunity to take the action below deck.
Marcus crashes the party to watch his mates getting’ it on, and armed with a small camcorder he begins videotaping. Whilst the drug-taking sequence was both crucial and authentically captured, the protracted sex scene seems oddly gratuitous. It’s certainly more candid than a lot of Brit flicks, and probably more lingering than the American remake will be, but it seemed like unnecessary padding.
It is during this scene where the movie takes a sharp turn; Bluey takes over videoing and gets eager Marcus involved. Lisa doesn’t seem to mind being shared, and while Marcus is behind her Bluey encourages, then orders him to do the donkey punch. Marcus complies and it’s whambamthankyouma’am; Lisa is out cold … dead.
It’s taken a while to get to this point, but from here on in things start getting messier and messier. Night has fallen, and the dream party has turned very sour indeed. Tammi is led to believe Lisa has overdosed, but Kim, although engrossed in sex with Josh, heard otherwise. The boys quickly decide Lisa’s body has to be dumped, otherwise everyone goes down. Strangers, hard drugs, loose sex, a videotape; it’s not a reliable recipe.
Director Oliver Blackburn’s first feature (background in music clips) is very competently made, and he ratchets up the tension in the second half swiftly and strongly, but although the audicence feel for the girl’s nightmare predicament, there’s a little of “don’t say we didn’t warn you” floating around. After all the lads become united in dumping Lisa’s body, they become indistinguishable. All of them should get their just desserts, and in true horror style, they do.
In fact, like a classic slasher flick the deaths are inventive (the eponymous donkey punch, slow death by foldable knife, fiery death by flare, nasty death by outboard motor, and a swift death by snapped neck). There’s a suicide, and we’re even left with a final girl.
How the boys turn into such cowardly, treacherous rogues I found too contrived for the purposes of the movie’s narrative arc, especially young Marcus who showed no sign of his sociopathic nature at all in the movie’s first half. However I have to admit his torturous handling of injured Bluey was one of the movie’s horror highlights.
The movie’s score by François-Eudes Chanfrault was a stand-out. And as curious and provocative as the title is, American audiences will no doubt have enormous trouble with the English accents, and so it’s no surprise to learn that the rights to a Hollywood remake have already been sold.
Donkey Punch is not as scary as the excellent Dead Calm (1990), but not as languid as Polanski’s artful Knife in the Water (1965). It is viscerally intense in places, and unusually sexy and hedonistic, despite its tragic unfolding, but if you’re after a serious UK horror flick The Descent (2006) is far scarier, more stylish and ultimately more memorable. With my tongue lodged in cheek, Donkey Punch is more an extreme bloody version of trash series Girls Gone Wild. And where was the yacht rock?!
And a donkey punch, is there really such a thing?! For women's sake, I surely hope it's only fictional slang ...
Here's a low-rez trailer:
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Comment by Cibbuano
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so, a recommend? Sounds like you found it a little meh...
Comment by Damo
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Sorry, could not help it.
Comment by Bryn
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Damo, yeah, what's that awful execution style death pirates would give prisoners? Quay-hauling?