Title: Dolla Morte
Director: Bill Zebub
Country: United States
Rating: 8
Reviewer: C Dempsey

I bet a lot of directors wish they could replace their high dollar actors with dolls.  Motionless, blanked mouth obedient dolls. The only other film I have seen that uses dolls for the complete cast is “Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story”.  The film is a cult classic and for good reason, but it’s also very one dimensional.  Once the initial shock is over the film has nothing left. I am trying to say that it is mean, but lacks an extended imagination. That is all I want out of a film that uses a cast of dolls for the cast…extended imagination that surpasses the initial idea.  Leave it to Bill Zebub to come through for me.

There is no way that a film that opens with a disclaiming PSA delivered by a King Diamond converted Kiss doll could let me down.  I imediately knew that this was going to be the doll feature I had dreamed of.  From the opening of the film, the disclaimer the dark syth of metal delivers had me rolling.  Like Zebub’s other films, it’s offensive…but so true.  I give it to the man, he’s not afraid to say what he wants, much less do what he wants in his films and that’s why I have become a fan. Immediately I knew that I was boarding a train, an insane train that would take me deep inside the plastic bowels of a dolls crotch.  And believe it or not it wasn’t dry at all; some of the jokes were childishly slick to fit the theme.  You didn’t think I was talking about the doll’s puss did you?

I can’t clearly describe all of the details of “Dolla Morte” in this review, because the film to me was all about the sick randomness of the imagery and script.  This film has everything you can want, unlock that inner sociopath child.  Imagine playing in the yard with your GI Joes and your sisters Barbie dolls with your tweakened adult imagination.  This is that thought put on film and it looks better than you have it worked up in your head. “Dolla Marte” has more imagination than the people at Disney have seen in the past 20 years and is something the administrators over at Adult Swim wish they could get their hands on.  (Toned down of course).