Our resident big chief movie expert, Paul Gaita, reckons Bill Z’bub’s race-baiting, camcorder death metal ‘comedies’ rank, collectively, as the worst films ever made, with the possible exception of Dave “The Rock” Nelson’s oeuvre of backyard monster mask epics. However, it should be noted that Nelson is either retarded or crazy, which disqualifies him, really, and also, Paul has not seen the Intercessor, starring Thor, Rock Warrior. The Intercessor is the truly the most putrid waste of Canadian resources ever committed to DVD-R. Bad Acid is awful too, but at least it has tits. And that’s all I really have to say about it, but in the interest of thorough investigations, here’s a sampling of it’s delights:

0-10 minutes in: Dunno. Some bullshit about drugs.

10 minutes in, Z-Bub (in a Skinless long-sleeve) and his short-haired pal have taken acid. They’re in Z’Bub’s room, wondering if there are any cops outside. You remember being a teenager, and one of your idiot friends would take acid, and for the next ten hours, he’d be really, really infantile and irritating? Well, this is just like that, except you have to PAY to watch it.

14 minutes in, hot chick in white lingerie. Any boner potential is quickly lost, however, by the camera’s point of view – a juicy close-up of Z’Bub’s be-socked foot. This MAY be an homage to the Cinema De Random of Doris Wishman, but probably not.

20 minutes in: Hello? Is this thing still on?

25-90 minutes: Basically, it’s a day in the life of a thirty-year old heavy metal dirtbag as he takes lots of acid and ‘trips’. Said trips involve lots of out-takes from previous Bill Ze’Bub movies (who knew you could have EXTRA footage of girls tied to trees?), peppered with awkward strip-teases and the inevitable boozy appearance of Peter Steele. Oh yeah, and there’s an extended blackface bit, for all you hardcore old-school redneck racist types.

Bonus: Bloopers, which look EXACTLY like the rest of the movie.

Conclusion: The Intercessor is still worse. Bill Z’Bub needs to try harder.