"Gitchy" Review

David is losing his mind. At least that’s what his psychiatrist, his sister, and pretty much everyone else thinks. Wouldn’t you have to question your sanity too if you were plagued by visions of the clown who killed your parents? But David (Michael J. Brown) is sure he’s right. He’s obsessed with Gitchy, who he believes murdered his mom and dad. His sister, Kimberly (Stefanny Ceno), is determined to help her brother through his odd grieving process while still managing her own loss. If Gitchy gets his way, however, they won’t be grieving for long. Very soon they’ll be laughing themselves to death!

As the plot unfolds, David’s need to repeatedly draw pictures of Gitchy the clown not only gives the story focus but also allows the directors, Thomas Norman and Lenny Riviera, to highlight some really cool artwork. The various devices and methods of Gitchy’s serial ticklings were… creative? Creepy, that’s the word. Daring fetish overtones (feet, feather dusters, tickling in general) made Gitchy even more bizarre. “He loves to touch?” Yeck!

When evaluating a film on its own merits, one must ask if the film did what it came to do. How well did it achieve its own objective? In the case of “Gitchy,” a comoridy (or is it homidor?), the film did achieve the ridiculous through an excess of terror (excess being the essence of comedy). The problem, however, is that no matter how thoroughly a turtle beds a duck, when the baby’s born one must wonder if the union was a good idea. Unfortunately in this case, straddling the line between slapstick comedy and psychological horror never let the film fully cross over to one side or the other. To laugh? To scream? It was hard to say. To be disturbed? Absolutely.

The humor of clowns is a double-edged sword. On one hand the unpredictability of a clown or jester is the root of their humor. They can’t be truly funny unless they are truly unpredictable, but that element of the unknown frightens us. Victor Hugo wrote that it is human nature to cling to the known, sometimes until death, rather than face what we do not understand. Perhaps that’s why evil clowns have found such a home in our psyche.

It is easy to believe that Gitchy, and his creepy messenger, really are evil. They are unpredictable, capable of anything. Both characters inspired revulsion whenever they appeared on screen, making even the experience of watching the film at times unnerving, even uncomfortable. For a campy, creepy film that boarders on the sexually deviant, "Gitchy" is the perfect guilty pleasure.