Green Room
Nazis Punks, Fuck Off! This was filmed around Portland, for an even more realistic environs. The script is barebones, but serviceable. I guess the antifa Hollywood forgot to promote this avowed leftist film.
A truly punk touring band is driving cross country, and go the whole hog: crashing on random couches along the way, boosting gas from parking lots, driving until they all doze off and the van does a nice crop “line”. How sleep deprived must they all be?
Their latest gig seems to be a diner, not exactly the best environment for a punk band. That earns them 6 bucks a piece, these freaking fake punk with the perfect Mohawks. They have to go since he needs to vacuum the place for other people, but he has a cousin somewhere around the Portland area.
The money is too good to pass up, even though the punk tells him it’s all skinheads up there. The gig goes on pretty well, beer bottles fly, insults are hurled from the fash crowd. A lot of SS patches, Iron Cross, I think I even saw some Sonnenrad. As they are leaving with the money and the gear, the guitarist goes back to the green room, and sees a dead girl, knifed in the head. He immediately calls 911 and the whole bands gets sequestered in said Green Room for most of the film.
Besides the band and the dead girl, remain one of her Nazi band friends, and some club bouncer. They are not being kidnapped, just “prevented from leaving” while the boss shows up. The killer fucks off home. The bouncer is manhandled.
After clearing the audience, at first there’s an hostage situation, but they can’t outsmart caged crust punks, they have a gun and a box cutter. The band and the other Nazi girl try to leave several times, but always fail. The band members fall: hacked with machetes, having their throats eaten by rabid attack dogs, getting shot.
It’s clear this compound has more than it meets the eye, with a veritable heroin lab in a basement. The chief even keeps saying “this is a movement, not a party”.
There’s one of the Nazis that betrays his Aryan Brotherhood, I think he was dating the dead girl, but he is quickly dealt with. You could tell he was special from the start, he was wearing a red jacket.
The Nazis try to stage a weird tragedy, involving stealing gas in private property, dogs and shotguns, but they are found by the final “couple” and assassinated. She doesn’t really give a shit, not really a couple per-se.
Whoever cast Patrick freaking Stewart as a skinhead leader (dropping the fucking N-word and all) needs to get an Oscar. He does look scary at night.
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