directed by Mark and John Polonia
SOVember is here! That means extra helpings of shot-on-video wonders for the duration of the month. Thank me later. For now, seek out these estranged siblings of cinema, and satiate that hunger we both know you have. The hunger for the crops from lightly tread territories… You see a fork in the road and you charge through the middle, you savage.
I’ll admit it up-front. I am not qualified to be reviewing Bad Magic. I don’t have the arsenal of analogies, or a properly flexed vocabulary. Bad Magic may have enlightened me, or it may have taken years off of my life. There is no way for me to know, and that’s exciting. For godsakes, I’m doing something different. While everyone is out watching the newest Marvel drivel, I’m over here watching something I can talk to maybe 2 people about that I met online. That’s special, and I think that makes me more interesting, AKA better than you.
Bad Magic answers the question of what happens when you put a lead with a 2nd grade reading level in a voodoo-drenched hood flick with a lemonade stand budget. Good thing too because I’ve wondered about that all my life.
Aside from the stilted narration from a lead that sleepwalks his way through the movie, the first thing you’ll notice is the SOV “charm” of the Polonias.