‘A F**CKLOAD OF SCOTCH TAPE‘ isn’t a film that will hold back, it kicks you in the groin and keeps stomping until your intestines spill out. The film follows a character called Benji who is set up to take the fall after a kidnapping ends up in a murder. Though things aren’t all bad as he has a briefcase full of money ($50,000 to be exact), luck though is not on his side. After a guy he befriends called Chuck makes a pass on him and ends up kicking the crap out of him Benji’s money is stolen by Chuck. This doesn’t sit well with Benji and he goes on a rampage, fighting gay guys to try and get the information he so desperately needs to get his money back.
As is the way with Benji’s life now, it doesn’t go well and he ends up on the wrong side of a fight and has his arm broken for good measure. Deciding that maybe fighting his way to results is not getting him very far he finds out another guy has his money and frequents a strip club, so with broken arm and not much to show except revenge he sets out to get the guy. Now Benji ends up with a love interest at the strip club who unbeknownst to him will double cross him later. Benji finds the guy who has his money and dispatches of him as quick as possible, giving him time to play with his new found stripper girlfriend. Unfortunately for the stripper, Benji is well aware she is only interested in the money and he soon takes care of her also. As soon as you think he may get away with all of his crimes, his past comes back to haunt him as the guy who hired him at the beginning of the film deals his own justice on Benji. The film is a dirty and grim throwback to the crime films of yesteryear but throwing more punches and spilling more blood along the way. The main character of Benji (played wonderfully by Graham Jenkins) tends to sing alot of the lyrics to the music by Kevin Quain in the film. While some might find this distracting at first it adds another dimension to Benji and his mania. A well directed character and plot driven film that shows what can be done by storytelling alone.

Review by Peter ‘Witchfinder‘ Hopkins