Chip Gutchell (played by the film’s writer/director Tyler Cornack), who decidedly isn’t livin’ his best life… hell, he’s barely “livin'” at all; his job sucks, his marriage is the pits, and not even a new role as “daddy” has brought him any joy. Oh, and he just booked his first prostate exam. Should go easy seeing as how life is shovin’ it in dry where the sun don’t shine on the daily…
And there he finds his life’s true pleasure; having foreign objects jammed up his arse six ways to Sunday… and acts on his new desire like a true champion! Well, fate has more in store for our anal-lovin’ hero as the world’s most stereotypical police detective (slick hair and drinking habit intact) named Russel Fox (Tyler Rice) who is desperate to solve a missing child case… but what does our hero and his chocolate starfish have to do with any of that? Better buckle up for that revelation cats n’ creeps!
What makes the at-times beyond gross insanity (some of the best kind of insanity iffn ya asks me) of Butt Boy work so gosh darn mother fuckin’ well is that for the most part Cornack and co-writer Ryan Koch plays this shit straight as an arrow (and present everything up to the flat-out jaw dropping third act as a slow burn type of affair)… which of course makes the nonsense at hand even more screamingly hilarious… and on purpose even!
Make no mistake though, our protagonist’s talent is presented as off-putting and painful as can be, while showing Chip well and truly disturbed by his mania equal only to his inability to stop acting upon it… which let’s be honest here, comes a little out of left-field for a flick that would be right at home in the grindhouses of yore (C’mon boils n’ ghouls, is this that different in spirit as something like Soul Vengeance from our beloved moldy-oldie days of sleazy flea-pits where anything, no matter how outlandish, went?)
Full of all of the gravitas you wouldn’t expect from a film that centers around an hombre shoving various and sundry objects up his ol’ bum-bum; Butt Boy is a grody-to-the-max winner and definitely needs you eerie eyeballs up on it with the quickness, especially if you were raised on a steady diet of Garbage Pail Kids cards and Troma flicks!
