A pregnant prostitute receives a coat hanger abortion from her pimp and the infant is thrown in a garbage can and into the loving, stinky, arms of a wandering hobo. Eighteen years later the infant, now called Hanger, is a hideously deformed adult with a nasty blood lust and a thirst for revenge.
I was a bit startled, though unsure whether I was impressed or not, after seeing Nicholson’s Live Feed; there were some truly disturbing sequences on display but the story was all too familiar. My mind was blown by the gory filth that he followed it up with, Gutterballs. Now, I have been officially disgusted by a film in a way that no other film has been capable of doing. Hanger is a gag-inducing pile of vomit, a steaming log of cinematic poopy…and absolutely hilarious. It just wouldn’t be right for me to recommend this film as entertainment because only the most fucked-up shitheads will “enjoy” this monstrosity. Regrettably I am one of those shitheads, so help me I laughed myself silly and immediately added this to my “Must-Have” list.
I could throw a load of psychobabble bull at you to excuse away my passion for the kind of bottom-of-the-barrel exploitation that Ryan Nicholson and Plotdigger Films churn out of their sleaze factory but I won’t waste your time with all that. I love being a witness to the worst of the worst, I crave offensive cinema because I’m a jaded masochist. If Hanger doesn’t make you queasy, there’s something seriously wrong with you, and not in the popular “I’m a Myspace Satanist” way either.
Hanger is the malformed offspring of 70’s revenge cinema and Warren Beatty’s Dick Tracy…on crack…with herpes. The acting was an astounding step up from Nicholson’s Gutterballs, the FX was impeccable and the lighting was of the comic book variety but Hanger did suffer from a few small pimples here and there including occasional bouts of what felt like directionless, improv padding and, in my opinion, a crappy soundtrack (I hate metal). Really though, will anybody care about my little gripes? You’re either going to love or hate this with all of your might, nothing about this film is middle of the road.
What the hell did I just watch and what’s wrong with me for liking it so much? Nothing, but nothing, says “The Worst Movie Ever Made” like tampon tea or colostomy-hole rape and yet, I find myself needing to add this film to my collection as though it were some kind of masterpiece. Ryan Nicholson and his crew are making some of the best damn exploitation I’ve seen in years. I can’t say this is a “good” film or even that it’s entertaining but it loved me long time and only charged me five dorra. Russell, you’re my new favorite film character! Check this out if you like gagging, retching, cringing, groaning and covering your eyes in horror, disgust and self-loathing.