Speeding down a dark road, a man and his female love interest begin to fool around. “I have an idea,” she says, before unzipping his pants and drifting downward as he drives. His eyes roll into the back of his head—the girl rises, saying “are your eyes closed?” The hilarious reaction as he tries to deny the effects of her soul-sucking sets the tone for this raunchy film from the get-go. Only minutes in, and it’s already delivering on its punny title. Road Head is a ridiculously fun, tongue-in-cheek, horror comedy, and a movie not afraid to embrace the campiest elements of its bonkers premise.
Boyfriends Bryan (Clayton Farris) and Alex (Damian Joseph Quinn, who looks an awful lot like he could be a Skarsgard brother) take a road trip to the Mojave Desert with their best friend Stephanie (Elizabeth Grullon). Each of the three leads carries their own set of personal baggage that come into play when they get thrust into an unthinkable situation. There is a surprising amount of depth to each of their personal stories, whether its Bryan’s passion for photography, Stephanie’s fresh breakup with her ex-boyfriend, or Alex’s obsession with maps. Stephanie gets so high that she passes out in the backseat, so Alex makes a move to show off his “meat eating skills” in the frontseat whilst Bryan drives. Two severed heads in the middle of the road mark an abrupt end to their suck session—Bryan slams on the brakes, causing Alex to “bite his dick.” Not long after, the trio comes face-to-face with a bulky stranger donned in medieval garb and sporting a large sword…
Alex tells the killer how much he loves his “adorable chic outfit,” and there’s another scene where he snaps that “I’m not in the box, and I don’t want your box”—Road Head is campy movie perfection, and the proof is in the pudding. By the time echoes of Wrong Turn and Texas Chainsaw Massacre whittle their way into the narrative, this messy movie had me cheering for our likable lead characters. The cult’s motto is “we do not fuck the dead,” and they are obsessed with having a queen. It turns out that the one currently appointed, a drag queen, has their way with each of the horny angry men in the group. “I haven’t gotten so much free dick in my life,” Felicity Fellatio (David McKee) reminds.
The script from writer Chloe Skye is filled with penis jokes and sexual innuendo. It implies more than it shows, yet still serves to thrill and titillate. Gory practical effects recall grindhouse splatter-fests of the highest order. Cartoonish sound effects also highlight the more playful nature of the film’s second half. It culminates in an exciting and tense final battle. All in all, Road Head is a fun, silly, and imaginative LGBT horror flick obviously inspired by Mad Max.
Road Head blows its load on demand and DVD on Friday, June 4th.
