entering a new age here at CHUD, with a refreshed stable of writers, a
re-energized concentration of efforts, and a focus on consistent,
knowledge-backed fun. To ring in this new era for the site we wanted to
bring you a truly special, truly memorable, truly incredible list that
characterizes what CHUD is about, and we think we’ve cooked up just the
BODILY FUNCTION JUNCTION
The 25 Grossest, Most Execrable Moments in Film.
here to explore the most depraved, flinch-worthy, vomit-inducing (or
vomit-involving) moments ever put to film. We’re not interested in
simple gore and viscera here… We’re looking for the
shittiest, pusiest, cummiest, pukeiest, piss-filled scenes in the
history of motion-pictures. Some will be huge, some will be small, but
they’ll all be gross. We’ve also put an unprecedented amount of effort
into pre-planning, scheduling, and dividing the effort for this list,
so expect it to hit you every one of the next 25 weekdays (with a
number of special surprises planned for the weekends!).
without further ado, grab your nearest complimentary airsick bag (or
maybe just a whole trashcan) and jump into CHUD’s newest list.
How seminal (heh) was David Cronenberg’s The Fly really? 25 years later it still holds up as one of the all time great horror flicks. The script, Cronenberg’s atmospheric direction, Oscar-winning makeup and Jeff Goldblum’s deeply affecting performance. It’s got it all. And fortunately, that includes bodily function gore o’ plenty, available in a variety of flavors. When the main character’s new hobby is canning his own body parts, a special appendix to this whole Bodily Function Junction thing could be done on Seth Brundle alone. The poor bastard became a veritable vending machine for body juices and parts. And of course, the Brundlefly vomit also would have been a worthy addition to the list. But we went with arguably the most disturbing moment in the film. And amazingly, Seth’s not even in it.
The grossest birth this side of Mae Young spawning hand…aka the delivery of the Brundle maggot baby.
Well see, that’s the thing. Nowhere really. Because it’s all just a dream, albeit a Cronenberg doozie of a mindfuck nightmare. It wasn’t a total loss though. We got almost the real thing in the sequel:
Today’s installment written by David Oliver