The civil-defense siren you hear early on means either an F-5 tornado is bearing down upon you or a game of ball — one in which the score is kept in the spilled blood of doe-like innocents — is about to be played.
After that … corpses, heads on pikes, zombies in “Hogan’s Heroes” outfits, an umpire who lets it all happen. Perchance the new market inefficiency?
You know something is edgy when each “s” is replaced with a “z.” But you really know something is edgy when the captions are aflame like something slathered in Zel Jel. After all, words are ablaze only when conventions are being violently subverted.
Corpse!
1:01 … No way in hell is that a hittable pitch. Not even Vlad wearing Slinky Crazy Eyes swings at that slop.
And who among us has not secretly wished for a slick-fielding Little League center fielder to spontaneously combust?
And finally we have what appears to be Dallas Green impaled with bats. And then three cheerleaders whose bloodlust knows no bounds and then a young, budding sociopath wielding a propane torch. Or a harmless maple branch. Whatever.
It looks like Baseball Simulator 1.000 for NES. I need to find this movie asap.