Carlotta Moore (playing herself) blows into town like an unholy amalgamation of Father Merrin and a film noir femme fatale (and you can bet her make-up is flawless to boot)! What is Moore’s mission? To perform an exorcism of a man possessed by consumerism (and armed with a killer credit card)…all at the hands of a walking, talking Satanic tooth (have I mentioned this short is batshit insane?)…things get stranger from there with Moore attempting to complete her crusade against capitalism no matter what outre forces stand in her way (and if you think that tooth was weird, you are in for oh so much more…)!
You know how folks are always going on about “how they don’t make flicks like they used to in the Grindhouse days?” Well CHRZU fucking does! This dude is a powerhouse of beautifully shot, ultra-shocking pure exploitation bliss (and there’s a message in there for ya too), and The Congregation continues that trend (and in case you cats n’ creeps didn’t know, this is the third entry in the Writer/Director’s Contrilogy which also contains The Contract and The Consequence which can be viewed here and here respectively) as our heroine tries to continue her holy crusade against greed…no matter how much ol’ Satan tries to fuck that up for her six ways to Sunday.
In Moore CHRZU has found one hell of a muse; all statuesque old Hollywood glamour crossed with 80’s aesthetics and one bad fucking attitude…the perfect avatar for outrageousness that a surreal series like this absolutely needs…now just where he found her remains a mystery…
To sum it all up; if you want to see a flick absolutely guaranteed to make your jaw drop through the floor so hard it’ll be bouncing off Satan’s noggin, sit your ass in front of The Congregation…it’s fifteen minutes of fever dream, drive-in style mind fuckery that will have you screaming Viva Carlotta!