[From IMDb:] A loving father finds a clown suit for his son’s birthday party, only to realize the suit is part of an evil curse that turns its wearer into a killer.
One of the most traumatic nightmares of my childhood involved finding a Halloween costume that turned whoever wore it into a killer; and I hate clowns.
So, right off the bat I’m inclined to say fuck this movie and everything it stands for. A movie based on the premise that clowns originated as child-eating monsters – and that the clown’s suit is actually a demon’s skin – is surprisingly easy to believe, though.*
The campy tone of the movie helps to alleviate some of the silliness of the concept – showing that it’s obviously intentional, rather than a mistaken tone. Yet it still manages to have some freaky moments amid the comedy.
Although there are some blood and guts to be seen along the way, Clown mostly trades in body horror – focusing on the transformation of Kent (Andy Powers) from a loving father into a monstrous being plagued by his growing desire to devour children (y’know…a clown).
I do feel like there was a wasted in opportunity in weighting this movie more towards comedy than genuine horror, but I also think it’s a common theme of Eli Roth’s movies that he can’t/doesn’t want to make those types of movies. His Tarantino-esque style is always going to make his movies a bit too bombastic** for that, I think. His movies do look good, though. So, there’s that.
I could’ve lived with the movie being a bit shorter (maybe 10-15 minutes?), because it did feel a bit bloated with unnecessary scenes here and there, but it wasn’t too bad as is; and it’s definitely a worthy addition to the body of killer clown movies.
It would still kick this clown’s butt though, I reckon. As long as there weren’t any playgrounds involved.
* Sorry if there are any real clowns reading this, but you had to know going into this profession that people would be willing to believe you’re monsters. Kinda comes with the territory.
** Depending on the context. I think it mostly works for Aftershock, because it’s less about fear than it is about gore.