Ah My Goddess: Let’s Save Vic Morrow

While it sounds like it would get old fast, it doesn’t. There is an undeniable charm to the flat recitation of the words by the digital speakers, similar to typing dirty words into a Speak ‘n Spell. It also creates a running gag that none of the modulated voices sound like the celebrities they are imitating, like John Belushi having an Australian accent, for instance. This also results in some killer repeat lines, like the refrain of the fake Landis voice saying, “Walk with me, Vic. Walk with me now. It’s brainstorming time for Johnny and Viccy.”

Neece is also, for the most part, successful in sticking to the plot amongst the talking head scandal sheet surrealism. There was no time that I was lost, no matter how far into the strange sector it drifted. My main criticism of Ah My Goddess: Let’s Save Vic Morrow is the same as my main criticism about LSD itself, in that it lasts for much too long. It is highly unreasonable to expect a viewer to give up 25% of their waking hours of a day to a movie. It would make so much more sense to divide the work into two separate chapters; there is even an intermission halfway through.

“…blurs the line between making fun of conspiracy bullshit versus believing it yourself.”

What would be better would be for Neece to make some hard editing choices to get this down to two and a half hours. Because it is very entertaining. However, if you have four sentences for something, you can probably describe it using just one. If you have thirty-six sentences on the same subject, then you need to feed your inner editor and pare it down to six lines max.

Also, while I understand Neece is being cheeky in his level of offensiveness, he would do well to remember he is using real people and events in his foul-mouthed puppet show. It also can get into some deep wing-nut territory with breathless rants on demons and pedophiliac Illuminati. It is the kind of swill that blurs the line between making fun of conspiracy bullshit versus believing it yourself. The last hour fixated on the death of Poltergeist child actress Heather O’Rourke is inedible and nerve-shredding.

In Austin street-crazies terminology, it is like being trapped on a Capitol Metro bus listening to one of Martha’s rants. However, for those truly sad, sane people out there, this is the jolt of technicolor Austin insanity they need to clear out the pipes. Ah My Goddess: Let’s Save Vic Morrow will hit you like a handful of blotter tabs bought off Guadalupe Street. If weird is your cup of Mad Hatter tea, drink deep here.