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A strip club manager (and serial killer on the side) breaks the fourth wall to offer a confessional about his life and conquests (which include a cheap homage to Psycho).  One night a Molly Ringwald-looking, butch haircut-sporting nail salon worker (and fellow serial killer) steps in to his place…and boom, they’ve discovered their perfect match.  They even both hate grapes (and wax rhapsodic about their detestation thereof).

But like any relationship, things start to settle into routine and tedium, which is both enlivened by…and later ruined by, a similarly inclined third party. But in case you think there’s any real “plot” or logical build to some sort of denouement…that thread only kicks in in the last 10 minutes, and is resolved rather quickly thereafter. It’s all about the cheap jokes and toilet humor, the bickering, and the goofy borscht belt gone absurdist humor.

Let’s be right up front here: I never liked this film. After getting a mild kick out of his (just subsequent, but first to yours truly) “feminist revenge” comedy Cemetery High (which is pretty damn cheesy and bears much of the same sensibilities on display herein), I took the chance on this one…and yeah.


The one thing I always did like about the film is its oddly “romantic” (in the sense that Natural Born Killers and Thelma & Louise are “romances” between the leads, anyway) core.

If you find people getting hacked to gory bits over crappy dates or random references to grapes acceptable (or more to the point, hilarious), Psychos in Love is all about finding that special someone…and unlike the usual “happily ever after” fantasy, living through and maintaining an actual relationship, complete with the moments of tedium, personality clashes, differences of opinion and outright bickering that come with having one. Oh, l’amour…

Psychos in Love had previously seen DVD release back in 2009 through Media
Blasters, an extras packed celebration of a movie that…well, I guess it depends on just how twisted your own personal tastes in comedy, random gore and romance, in the end.  I find it oddly watchable, but unspectacular, and not nearly so funny as its authors and crew seem to think it is.

Yeah, I get the outsider love affair thing – in many ways, I’m in one.  But it’s far more Mr. & Mrs. Smith than Joe and Kate.

Extras consist of two commentary tracks – one with Bechard and Capobianco and
another with Bechard alone, for those inclined. There are on camera interviews with each of them, and another on camera chat between the two, as well as a Q&A from a Cinema Wasteland screening, a making of featurette, four short films by Bechard and highlights from the 2003 stage performance (yes, they actually made a play out of this, somewhere in Wisconsin…), the greater portion of these being ported over from the earlier DVD.

I’ve heard that there’s a fanbase out there for this film, and granted, if you strip away some of the grue (and some measure of the hit or miss humor), you can definitely do worse than a film about another dysfunctional romance.

But does it deserve its apparent reputation and minor cult status?