Sometimes a film comes along that makes you rethink everything you know about motion pictures. Sometimes a film so hits you down deep that you have no choice but to bend over and vomit on your coffee table. Then the vomit comes to life and notifies you that it's your guardian angel and that he's French and that you and he should hang out, do stuff. What? Never happened to you? Well clearly you've never met H.R. Pukenshette.Joe McLean stars as a freshly dumped doofus in this ten-minute short film from writer/director/sicko Steve Herold. After his girlfriend (the hotter than God should allow Sabrina Gennarino) decides to dump his ass and tell him everything that stinks about him, our hero takes a chunder only to find said chunder has come to life.
A sort of loose homage to Sid and Marty Krofft's H.R. Pufnstuf, H.R. Pukenshette is McLean's French vomit angel. A disgusting little puppet that is generally dripping in Jabba-like ooze, the little felt fiend and his former host decide to forget about women and just go out and have adventures. While the adventures range between very funny and very unfunny (but mercifully quick), the pace of the flick moves along nicely and, though disgusting, it is much fun.
Where the film comes unstuck is in its production values. This short looks like it was made in a day with available lighting and only as much editing as was needed to get the thing to rough cut stage. Some of the jokes *could* be good, but the lazy editing leaves things hanging for just a second or five too long. A long expressionless "ooops!" look from the lead after something funny happens to him doesn't punch the joke at all, and in fact even deflates it.If a good minute or so was trimmed from this flick, the worst jokes were removed and the scenes finetuned for comic timing, this could be a great flick. As it is, the film isn't bad... at least it's funnier than Sigmund the Sea Monster.