…back at Adams house, shit is going down as The Grand Pimpquisitor has broken in, along with two of his whorish lieutenants. Alister arrives just in time to be called a ‘Cromo’ (you can figure that insult out for yourself), and once Faunz attempts to kidnap Eddie at gunpoint, Eddie retaliates.
Despite Eddie revealing somewhat of a penchant for murderous insanity, he still ends up kidnapped after Alister is shot in the chest. Adam arrives home and does his best “MY BABY!!” scream, as he realises his son is missing. The police arrive and everyone tries to console Adam the best they can, apart from Linda, who keeps piping up with her “why is everyone so mean to me?” bullshit.
This whole event provides our heroes with their true purpose in Another Yeti: Life on the Streets, as they set off to track down a yeti-prostitute to help them find Adam’s son, Eddie. Which means, if you’ve been ignoring the flashing seat belt sign up until now, it’s rollercoaster time!
But I’ll not spoil Another Yeti by describing all the events in detail, as I very much intend to recommend that you strap on your own gimp mask and chin-dildo and see it for yourself. But I will at least sweeten the invite by highlighting the odd scene or two.
Hold on tight…
At one point during proceedings, Sex Piss, along with his best friend (a bucket of semen), proves that the best slapstick comes in pairs, as he initially has said bucket kicked in his face by Faunz, only to have the entire contents of the thing kicked over him by Angel.
He seems pretty chill about this, happy even, but then this is Sex Piss. Being occasionally covered in a bucket full of assorted mopped up spunk is most likely written in to his contract as a janitor.
The film also contains an interesting sub-plot in which Linda admits to Alistar (who survived being killed because of his frog tags – don’t ask) that she has a fetish for paraplegics. So Alister, who up until that point was a Cromo (look, it means crippled homo in case you need your own name spelt out for you, as well as jokes) takes full advantage of this horny lunatic and begins a sordid affair, with at one point the following delightful dialogue being uttered in the most romantic way possible;
“Which one of your legs is the most paralysed?”
“Put it inside me.”
Jesus, even typing those words was difficult, never mind having to hear another human being say them.
I thought this scene wasn’t as sordid and distressing as the one in which they both indulged in a ‘doctor breaks the bad news to a newly paralysed patient’ sex fantasy…
…but I could be wrong, as I now have an image of Whitney Moore and Alister’s leg in my head that has created nose-bleed levels of cognitive dissonance.
Ahh, Whitney. I used to love you for your coat-hanger (and ass and boobs), but now I have to reject you for your disturbing cripple fetish.
In one of the trippier moments of the film the yeti-whore, who is suffering withdrawal from heroin addiction, embarks on a very very gay Trainspotting-style hallucination bender.
Actually, there’s no point in trying to explain it. Just watch…
Erm…what else happens?
Well, the film also features a (no shit) foetus shredder…
…not to mention an absolute shit-ton of wall-oozing delirium, including topless slime wrestling, stiletto eye-stabbing, and explosions.
In fact, the final third of the film is about as crazy/awesome a ride as I’ve taken since that time I threw up all over myself and didn’t give one solid shit – whilst on a rollercoaster at Chesington World of Adventures – when I was still young enough to think cause and effect was a grown-up myth.
It’s fucking great.
Don’t believe me? Then just look at this and tell me you aren’t smiling.
Well how about this. If you’re anywhere near as geriatric as I am, then you are probably old enough to know that despite years of mutated turtles trying to convince you otherwise, you long ago had to accept the fact that nunchucks are in truth, fucking useless.
The ending itself is also liberally insane, which shouldn’t come as a surprise. But again, I have no wish to spoil this movie too much, as I truly want others to experience it for themselves, but I will at least say that the ending, as fucking bonkers as it is, gleefully leaves things less subtlety hinting at a sequel, and more screaming its certainty into your face.
And I cannot wait.
How very unexpected
I’m going to be honest, my own peni-phobia aside, I fucking loved this movie.
That said, I would advise procuring a box of Kleenex before beginning Yeti 2. Not because at any point you’ll feel the urge to rub one out (may God have mercy on you if you do), but because this film contains more spunk per square inch than my pyjamas did when I was twelve, and after a while it’ll start oozing through your laptop speakers and make a mess of your trousers.
No I’m serious, during at least three moments in this film you’ll be convinced that you can actually smell the things you are seeing on screen, so visceral much of it is.
Yes, it’s gross. But it’s also hilarious, so there’s a worthy trade-off. There would damn well need to be too, as for anyone like myself there will be plenty of squinted eyes and watching proceedings through half-open fingers, as this movie contains ALL of the swinging dick.
All of it.
Well, at least as much as I can remember seeing recently that didn’t involve squatting over a mirror and looking for signs of infection.
And like I previously mentioned, I have a hard time (hurr hurr) dealing with my own repulsive looking equipment, so much so I would love to send it to a monastery to learn proper etiquette and come back wearing a burqa, so having a spinning trouser snake slapped against my eyeballs in glorious 1080p every 10 minutes can be a little jarring. But again, I can live with that kind of thing as long as it’s in service of a greater humour, which it tends to be in this film.
That said, are there many MANY people out there who aren’t as casual about gender, sexuality, and their associated organs? Of course, unfortunately. And for them, I strongly recommend watching this film so you can have a laugh for a change, and also maybe just fucking well get over yourself.
There’s so much going on in this movie, including some excellent cameo’s from so many awesome idiots, not least of which Lloyd Kaufman of Troma himself.
Little touches such as Cop Banter, Frog Tags, or the useless book of ‘How to Innuendo’ are examples of the comedic character of the movie adding real weight to proceedings. And they not only give each moment genuine reason to laugh, but they create threads within the script that give the entire movie an identity far more intelligently derived than by simply saying “let’s see if I can offend you.”
It’s a proper script, with proper comedy, handled by proper film-makers.
The lack of story-embedded non sequiturs for example (that featured heavily in Yeti 1) are testament alone to the matured writing of Deyoe, Gosselin, and Martin. It’s razor sharp in narrative and execution compared to back when they were just a bunch of kids trying to be offensive first, and creative second.
“We are going to try and gross you out now” was the mantra of the first Yeti movie, and it always came across as forced, whilst reeking of overt immaturity. Now each scene is thoughtfully calculated, intelligently written, and confidently delivered.
Yes, I say this about a film in which a man prances on stage dressed as a baby in a strip club, and another man fists his own clone. But this time around all the immaturity succeeds in the exact way that the original did not – It is funny.
Take for example the topless chick fight in a paddling pool full of ooze. In Yeti 1 something like that would have appeared just to get some tits on the screen with nary a plausible reason. But in Another Yeti, the pool exists is a receptacle for failed genetic experiment yeti foetuses, which while gross, is also fucking hilarious once you see a hot chick being strangled to death with an umbilical cord in a pool full of amniotic fluid.
Yes, it’s still crass, but it’s funny and that’s what matters.
It was precisely at the point when Baby Eddie first appeared that I realised how much of an improvement this films comedy was to the original. Watching a clearly very stupid looking stuffed teddy bear (that the movie in no way even attempts to claim as otherwise) sitting there as an actual character just did something to me. Even as I type this I am grinning ear to ear.
In fact there were numerous moments throughout Yeti 2 when I burst into proper laughter at (imagine my surprise…) things I was supposed to laugh at, sometimes even having to pause the film so-as not to miss anything whilst recovering from the convulsions.
It’s just so irreverent and endearing that I couldn’t help but laugh my ass off. Is it everyone’s kind of comedy? Oh no, definitely not. But then what is? Personally I couldn’t give a shit who else thinks examples such as this are funny or not. I thought they were, so fuck you gently!
I’m certain I enjoyed this film even more as a result of dissecting the first, and not because I knew to expect a better product (which it obviously would be), but more because this movie has almost exactly the same tones and themes as the first, but this time it’s in the hands of seasoned pros. It’s less an evolution of the story itself, and more of how they told the same story differently – An evolution of the creators themselves, and how far they have come as writers and film-makers.
Seriously, Another Yeti is night and day from what they were capable of creating ten years ago.
Night and day.
I think this film may have (even more shocks!) given me an increased affinity for Yeti 1. I know that sounds impossible to anyone who read my review of that movie, but Yeti 2 has only reinforced to me that the end product of both films were exactly what their creators intended, which is a highly admirable achievement.
As such, I think I can now be a lot more forgiving of Yeti 1, knowing that it was part of a journey for a group of young film-makers who would learn from their past successes and failures and inevitably improve.
Dare say it, I think I may not only watch Yeti 1 again, but I’m kind of looking forward to it!
As for Another Yeti? That shit is getting bought (I used an online promo copy for this review) and it will not only be placed proudly on The Pile, but will certainly be watched again.
Yes, fine. I’m gushing with praise. So, not to completely sound like a common backstreet yeti with his mouth full, so to speak, I will address one small issue that niggled at me slightly – I would like to have seen more become of Dick’s character, or for him to have had more of an arch throughout the story. Dick after all, plays the role of the character into which the audience transposes themselves, questioning and frowning at the insanity around him, serving as a vessel of normality through which the audience can relate and find grounding. As such, I would like to have seen him grow more, or improve as a person, giving the audience that moral payoff for investment in the character.
But yeah. Could I honestly give a shit? No, not really. But I guess I had to come up with something.
I wholeheartedly recommend Another Yeti A Love Story: Life on the Streets, particularly if you’ve seen Yeti: A Love Story. But this film most certainly is not for everyone, and it’s humour will be lost on many, maybe even most. But for those of you who can embrace your inner Troma, you’ll have an absolute blast.
So yeah, for all you desperate weirdos out there…get this movie. And enjoy every second of regretting it.
Now, if you don’t mind, I have some chemical castration to go and research.