Brews and bear-trap grills.
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Spanish Horror Comedy Witching and Bitching Is a Joyous, Sexist Mess
A major achievement in sunny wretchedness, Álex de la Iglesia's splatter-comedy Witching & Bitching projectile-pukes its outrages with a gusto recalling the early days of those (sadly) reformed upchuckers Sam Raimi and Peter Jackson. De la Iglesia doesn't share those directors' interest in making clear just why characters do the dumb things they're doing, but he's a whiz at house-of-horrors hilarity: Eyes peep up from scummed-over toilet drains, a gummy-mouthed matriarch menaces the leads after slapping in a grill toothed like a bear trap, and all the flesh-gouging and man-eating proves as amiable as it is protracted.
It's fun even when it makes no sense. In the thick of the first of many mad climaxes, the alpha dopey hero, bound to a chair and expecting to be the main course at a witches' feast, begins digging a dinner knife into the wrist of the beta dopey hero tied up next to him. He's not sawing away at the ropes; he's simply grinding through his buddy's flesh, for reasons known only to de la Iglesia, but at least this creates the opportunity for some choice squishing from the foley artists.
What story there is follows inept crooks after a clever/dumb heist in Madrid: Pretending to be street performers dressed as SpongeBob SquarePants, a plastic army man, and a silver spray-painted Christ, a few misogynistic louts hold up a pawnshop and then try to escape to France with a sack of hocked wedding rings — as well as Sergio (Gabriel Delgado), the 8-year-old that lead crook José (Hugo Silva) brought along because it was his weekend with the boy. They're fleeing the cops and Sergio's furious mother (the wonderful Macarena Gómez, as off-kilter as a pinball machine just before it tilts). As they go, the fellows bitch about the awfulness of women while being so plainly, hilariously awful themselves that you'd be churlish to take offense. (Yet.)
Witching and Bitching
Witching ez, Macarena Gmez, Carolina Bang, Gabriel Delgado, and Carmen Maura. Written and directed by lex de la Iglesia. Opens Friday, June 13, at Coral Gables Art Cinema, 260 Aragon Ave., Coral Gables; 786-385-9689; gablescinema.com. Also available on demand.
But as the title suggests, the women of Witching & Bitching do turn out to be a special breed of awful, especially when the men wind up in a decrepit forest town ruled by a gloriously gruesome coven: The witches, mostly aged and cackling, feast on fingers, skitter along the ceilings, and would just love to get that little boy roasting in an oven. Their unholy dinner party builds into a surprisingly grand subterranean revel, double-stuffed with gross-out gags and expertly staged and shot.
At first, the witching seems a lampooning of the heroes' pickle-brained sexism. But, hey, see that witch-to-be in the fetching black bra squeezing toad guts onto the broomstick she's humping? That's Eva (Carolina Bang), not yet a cannibalistic monster; her descent into sudden, tempestuous, possessive love with José sours the fun. She's not a witch, just some idiot dudes' idea of a bitch, a dispiriting suggestion that the leads' complaints about the madness of women seem to be shared by the filmmakers too.
She's more grotesque than even the bloated goddess of hair and bosom that the coven attempts to summon in the delirious final reels. If you can choke back the ill-considered nastiness of Bad Girlfriend Witch, the rest is choice — the rare wannabe cult hit that smears the screen in grade-A craziness.