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Doghouse (2009). Doghouse is schlock horror that works on two levels. Of course the first enjoys a base level of masculinity where 30 somethings that are stuck in puberty are thrown into a horrorfest that just begs for some misogynist hat tricks. Doghouse delivers here without flinching, but it surprisingly does so without being too offensive. Don't get me wrong, leave the girlfriend at home unless this is part of your insidious plans to break it off with her. On another level, whether conscious or not, Doghouse captures some truths of the incongruity of men and women, at least in terms of the male perception of women and his inherent fears of feminine stereotypes. Jung might have had a say in the creation of these feminine archetypes and the deep seated fears that fester in our emotionally retarded gender. Jake West stays true to form given some enhanced production value and Doghouse never pretends to be anything more than a horror comedy, comedy that works for the most part. The premise gives birth to many avenues of misogynist exploitation, and these roads are explored with the verve of a schoolboy looking through his first smutty rag. The acting was enjoyable, with notables Danny Dyer leading the fray and the ever enjoyable Emily Booth threatening to snip away our manhood. The gore-o-meter readings should be sufficient to satisfy most gore hounds. And though the ending was a bit of a letdown, the fun beginning and spoofs that follow more than make this a stupid good time for any testicular laden biped. Merci beaucoup.
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