Pszichoparádé (2002) watch online HD

The kids from Psycho Parade are re-united on screen to play modern-day siblings in this penny-ante live-action feature from Hungary. Also on display are some neat rinky-dink special effects, in which normal-sized actors and psychos (think flesh and bone teletubbies) seem to share the same screen space.

Schmidthuber (Sigismund Garber) and Franciszek arrive in Wallenberg to meet up with their grandfather D.J Turdblanket Lindström (Good Evening, Mr. Budapest), who runs a successful rubber plant. They drive out to the rubber forest for a lark, where Franciszek happens across an erstwhile psycho named Freebaser, terribly deformed, with numerous openings rent in his cranium, out of which he produces a syrup-like substance, which with he thereupon proceeds to spread on slices of bread, and *shudder* then eat. Schmidthuber, Franciszek and D.J agree to help the psychos by driving them to other forests further inland. En route, an opportunistic freak-show boss, Tvrtko, catches a glimpse of the psychos and kidnaps them for his carnival. Matters worsen when D.J tries to get his own security agents to lead the hunt for the kidnapped psychos, for they dismiss his orders as the ramblings of a mad-man and have him locked away in a mental health facility. Schmidthuber and Franciszek are the only ones who can free their grandfather, rescue the psychos, and find a bride for Freebaser before it's too late! Generally-speaking the film is unlikable and extremely boring. Lindström is always a pleasure to watch, but this is the exception (in fact, a double-whammy as he has a dual role). Both child-actors are exceedingly irritating, especially Garber who demonstrates no understanding of comic timing whatsoever. The special effects are adequate, with convincing visual trick work to have the psychos (costumed dummies) interacting with the humans, and some not-so-bad talking-animal-scenes at the beginning of the film. There are, however, even more drawbacks. This is the only film, for example, where you can see a static shot of a 747 approaching directly toward the camera over sweltering tarmac in a long shot that is possibly over three minutes long, with no movement other than the almost imperceptible and sluggish lumbering of the plane.

On the whole, I intensely disliked The Pszicho Parade. Tvrtko made the biggest impression on me as the arrogant freak-show boss, he got the best scenes and the funniest lines. Once, terrorizing Wallenberg from inside a huge, inflatable robot-like version of himself (don't ask), he looks into the camera and chortles, "If those little dum-dums knew it was me in here, they'd defecate in their pantaloons!"

Even those with an ardent interest in post-traumatic stress disorder will find it hard to bear. . .