There's low budget and then there's no budget. This blog has primarily dealt with low budget, but we'll take our first sort of foray into no budget here. Now, I can't actually say no budget about this movie. I don't know exactly how these things work, but it's my understanding that you'd have to pay a girl a decent amount of money to appear naked or topless in your film, and since every single girl in this is naked or topless, they must've had some money to pay them to appear that way.
Everything else in this movie is obviously done by like 1-2 guys, and a budget of nothing. There's hand built, seriously clunky looking robot hand puppets, very early MST3K looking contraptions that barely seem to function. There's a lot of terrible dialogue by guys that obviously thought they were pretty genius for making a "comedic" script that featured robots calling each other words like "bitch".
The director Clive Cohen has zero other movies he's remotely connected with, and zero information on IMDb. That's something I will now always miss about IMDb, the message board dialogue started on each page by various other movie viewers. Inevitably on each lonely IMDb page there'd be someone else, like me (or maybe even it would be me) who would start a message board about someone like Clive Cohen. They'd say something like "Where is he now?" or "What the heck?" and they'd be wondering if someone out there on the information superhighway knew any insider information on Cohen. I miss those boards.
Exterminator City....well, I don't miss movies like this. This is the kind of entertainment that I can't exactly tear apart from limb to limb, cause it obviously took creativity, talent, and artistry to make it. It's not funny though, it's not interesting, and it's like watching something made by middle schoolers. Trust me, I used to film shit with my friends, and half the stuff we made was about as good as this, not even fucking joking.
There's literally scenes of huge titted women walking around their homes topless and going about daily tasks, and we're supposed to what, accept it because "it's funny"? Sorry, no. Sorry, you don't get a pass just cause you intentionally made your movie campy and self aware. I don't know. This is the Charles Band type of shit where it's made specifically to pander to the high idiots and their drunkard friends as they sit in an induced stupor and snicker at the movie while daring each other to taste the bong water.
I don't have lots more to say to it. It is relatively entertaining despite my roast up above, and there's certainly worse films out there. It came on a circa 2005 DVD, and I haven't watched a DVD that poorly produced in a really long time. I remember buying my first DVDs in about....2002, roughly 6 years after they existed from what the internet tells me. At first they didn't have menus or anything, just jumped right into the movie. This has one item on the menu, which is obviously home made. You start the movie, and you have to watch trailers. This is like VHS shit where the trailers are literally PART of the movie.
So, Exterminator City. Hm, I don't know. Strangely enough, after venting all this, I feel like giving it decent marks. Perhaps it's the fact I put it on when I was tired, and I was still entertained to an extent. Perhaps it's something else. I'll never know. But hey, Clive Cohen, good job wherever you are, you drunk son of a bitch. 2.5 stars.