The lesson we can take away from Wade Radford’s second foray into horror is, if you go to an audition and there’s plastic tarp on the floor, run-don’t walk, run! Had poor Julie Farrow heeded that advice, she never would have run into the problems she did.
Fluid Boy starts out with director Jason Impey driving to the audition cursing and ranting about his partner in crime, lead actor Maximillian, played by Wade Radford (using his Dylan Jake-Price nom de plume once again). Once he arrives and settles in, he and Maximillian banter back and forth a little, before Julie comes in to audition for their zombie movie.
It doesn’t take long for things to go awry as Maximillian forces Julie to fellate a banana, and other bits of humiliation. When she’s knocked unconscious with a camera and tied to a chair, things go into full swing, and we see the depth of Maximillian’s rage, insanity, and depravity. For the next half hour or so Julie is systematically tortured as an audition turns into a snuff film. At times it gets pretty intense, and almost too much to witness, yet I found it hard to look away.
Unlike the usual one or two camera setup Impey/Radford have employed in the past, this time there are six, including some old VHS cameras that come into play. This really helps make the movie a bit more fluid (no pun intended), and moves the action along at a nice clip once it gets going. The setup to Julie being tied up does drag a bit, but once you get past that, it’s pretty balls to the wall. Radford can add Maximillian to his coterie of aberrant roles, taking its rightful place next to Darrell from Boys Behind Bars and Haydn from The Lustful Dead. Watching Radford create mayhem onscreen is always good fun, and he’s in rare form here. Jason Impey as director Joe Newton does a great job as well. Much like their most recent films together such as Twink and Lustful Dad, Impey acts as the conscience for Radford’s madness. Usually to no avail, but he’s always the touchstone that viewers can relate to. It’s a formula that works well for them, and it’s really no different here.
A major round of applause goes to Samantha Keller as the actress Julie. She not only does a fantastic job, but really rolls with the punches, and is an absolute trooper. Considering everything she goes through in Fluid Boy, Keller can certainly be proud of her work, and holding her own with Radford, something that’s not easy to do (not even as a co-host).
Impey’s direction is top drawer as usual, and the editing with the multiple cameras is pretty seamless. So for all that praise, it has to be fantastic, right? Well…no. There’s something missing, and I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s well done, well-acted, and shot, but it left me a bit flat. Perhaps my expectations are too high from listening to Wade talk about the films prior to filming, but Fluid Boy is not my favorite of theirs. It is certainly worth a watch, especially for the last fifteen to twenty minutes, but I think Lustful Dead is a far better film, and of course nothing can really touch the excellence of Twink.
If you don’t mind a slow start, and some urination, defecation, ejaculation and dismemberment, then give Fluid Boy a sip, just beware of the aftertaste.