Lipgloss Explosion

When Chris Morrissey's debut film, Superstar Female Serial Killer, came out almost two years ago, comparisons to Ed Wood were inevitable -- the film was inept in every way -- and so this paper called it. Morrissey proudly posted our negative comments on his Web site as if they were positive, so give him credit for cojones. Just don't give him credit for anything else: The sequel, Lipgloss Explosion, makes its predecessor look like Gone With the Wind, with a complete lack of lighting, editing, decent locations (his -- or a friend's -- apartment complex, mostly) and anything remotely resembling talent, as Morrissey seemingly decided to just film his buddies sitting around in bad wigs while inserting the phrase "fuckin' bitch" into every line of dialogue. To call this the worst movie of the year would be to accord it a cult status it doesn't deserve; suffice it to say that it would be preferable to sit through an all-day Adam Sandler film festival, or a five-hour production of Hamlet starring Kevin Costner and his Thirteen Days "Boston" accent. Morrissey claims that after his first film, "there was a lot of various studios interested in my work," but that he turned them all down to make Lipgloss Explosion, so either he's not being truthful or he's just the most deluded "filmmaker" (a term one should use very loosely here) on the face of the earth. Still, the fact that he can make two films, and is working on a third, should give others hope: Chris Morrissey is living proof that anyone can make movies.