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Horror Showman

How Lloyd Kaufman of Troma Entertainment (Class of Nuke 'Em High; The Toxic Avenger) became the city's leading B-movie auteur.

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This is how the script begins:

FADE IN

INTERIOR STUDY

DAY

A gun on a table. A poster for Fritz Lang's The Big Heat hangs on the wall. A hand reaches and grabs the pistol. We dolly back as the gun is lifted to the man's head and he pulls the trigger. BANG! Brains and gore spew against the wall. He slumps across the desk, and immediately a rush of blood spills from his pulverized head onto the floor.

At the staircase leading upstairs, footsteps are heard. A young, ravishing woman appears. Unmoved by the bloodshed, she walks over to the desk. She notices an envelope. She picks it up and reads the inscription --

SON

ALL OF MY LOVE FOREVER.

DAD

Her eyes narrow. Suddenly the dead man leans up and sneezes, spattering blood and snot on her face. She screams. The half-headed man calmly stands up and pulls something from his nose.

MAN:

I'm so sorry, one of my teeth has gotten stuck up my nose.

And from here on in, things start getting really ugly.

Cinephiles -- of a certain stripe, anyway -- may recognize the signature touch of Troma Entertainment, the outfit whose oeuvre includes such titles as The Toxic Avenger and Class of Nuke 'Em High.

The movie being shot is Terror Firmer. The half-headed man is the Toxic Avenger's father (Troma could teach George Lucas a thing or two about the art of the prequel), and though journalism schools rightly condemn "foreshadowing," I have to tell you this demanding role is played by myself. It should be noted that my fellow castmates included more formidable nonprofessionals: Trey Parker and Matt Stone, creators of South Park, impersonate a hermaphrodite couple; Lemmy from Motörhead does a public-service announcement; Richard Johnson, of "Page Six," plays a stiff.

Troma, which was launched by Lloyd Kaufman and Michael Herz in 1974, has an eighteen-movie retrospective at the Anthology Film Archives on Second Avenue opening on December 1. Terror Firmer will run there concurrently. It is an overdue honor for an outfit that has occupied the same Hell's Kitchen offices since 1979. (Herz shows his face in public so rarely that Kaufman has sometimes blithely introduced Joe Fleishaker, a 400-pound Troma actor, as his absent partner.) The office décor is self-referential, consisting mostly of Troma movie posters and promotional knickknacks. These include a green Toxic Avenger soft toy; lapel pins urging that people get tromatized; and various props, like a head from Sgt. Kabukiman NYPD, that are kept around, partly as memorabilia, partly on the off chance that they might fit into another movie.

As it happens, it was at a Kabukiman opening in 1996 that I made the acquaintance of Lloyd Kaufman. I had been invited by Lisa Gaye, who has played the villainess in other Troma movies. The movie was vividly gross -- no Troma movie is complete without bare bosoms ("That's not me!" an actress sang out at the screening, as we saw her being tossed topless out of a window) and at least one prolonged and copiously productive vomiting scene. But on the whole, Kabukiman was funny and had an eccentric edge.

We dined with Lloyd and Patricia Kaufman a few days later. He had a sly, seraphic manner, like a guru who keeps an eye on the bottom line. She is a pretty blonde woman who taught at Spence for seventeen years. She met Kaufman on a yacht. They married, and she worked as an executive assistant at Troma on three Troma movies, including The Toxic Avenger. In 1994, she served as deputy finance director on George Pataki's gubernatorial campaign. Her appointment as the state's Deputy Commissioner for Motion Picture and Television Development speaks well of the governor.

When it comes to Troma, Patricia is a loyalist -- and tolerant. But then, she pretty much has to be. The two adorable little girls skewered to death in Kabukiman are Lisbeth and Charlotte, two of the three Kaufman daughters; Lisbeth played her first role at 18 months. The pair had handled their recent roles like troupers, Kaufman told me. "My wife's the only one who hasn't been murdered yet," he added.

Troma movies, in short, are not your ordinary exploitation flicks. True, they are jaw-droppingly crude, with cheesy production values and the excessive interest in gore, breasts, and the squelchier body functions of a hormonally overcharged adolescent male. But each has an authentically weird vision, connecting to filmmaker Roger Corman; to R. Crumb, S. Clay Wilson, and the other Zap Comix maestros; to "serious" artists like Mike Kelley and Raymond Pettibon. Stephen Holden, reviewing Tromeo & Juliet in the New York Times, suggested that it was to Hollywood B movies "what Mad magazine is to comic books" and called the flick "goofily exhilarating." Lloyd Kaufman is a true subversive, a blast from the sixties. It is no accident that Troma movies have become something of a cult.

It is notoriously hard to get at the financial secrets of cults, of course, and Troma is no exception. Some figures can be winkled out, however. Squeeze Play, which was Troma's first hit, cost $300,000 to make, and printed estimates of its gross range from $10 million to $18 million. The Toxic Avenger cost less than $900,000 and made at least $15 million. The movie and its hero, "Toxie," also spawned three sequels, a cartoon series, and bales of merchandising. Troma is content even if a theatrical release breaks even -- the gravy comes from television, cable, and, of course, video. "Somehow, Lloyd has figured out a way of doing it that works for him," says movie-industry analyst Len Klady.

it's not giving away much to say that the plot of Terror Firmer concerns a movie being made within a movie. In a New Jersey warehouse, Kaufman was rehearsing a tall young woman with satin boots, long blonde hair, huge wounded eyes, and bosoms that looked round and hard enough to inflict damage.

"Action!" Kaufman said.

Kerr-blooey!

Twin craters appeared on the artiste's torso; her breasts looked like recently snuffed volcanos. Her white lab coat was a goner.

"Didn't that hurt?" I marveled.

"Actually, it stung a bit," she said matter-of-factly.

By the time I was on, I had grown used to various Troma customs -- the habit of clapping at the end of a take, the way passengers traveling on a dodgy Third World airline applaud a successful landing, for instance. Or the consoling mantra somebody -- usually Kaufman himself -- mouths when a shoot goes awry: "That's Tromaville!"

My first scene was the suicide. They seated me at a hideous desk. Behind, a hideous painting was flanked by hideous gift-shop statuettes of Lou Costello and Curly, the third Stooge.

An unmanageably huge handgun was handed to me ceremoniously by the weapons guy, who clicked it open to show that no joker had put in a blank.

Or, come to that, a live one.

"Action!" Kaufman says. Click. Head hits desk.

Kaufman got it in three takes.


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