I love being scared. I love watching a movie and catching myself holding my breath, covering my eyes, or squeezing my date’s hand so hard he’s lost circulation. These are the effects I’m after when I watch a horror film. I want to be terrified, disgusted, shocked. I want to be flat out traumatized when those credits roll, too petrified to even move. But the thing is, sometimes I want all of this and I want to laugh my ass off. Asking too much? Maybe. It’s a bad habit. Regardless, Dr. Giggles gives me what I want.
Now, Evan is a middle-aged mental hospital escapee, and is picking up where his father left off. “The doctor is in,” as he puts it. Dr. Giggles brutally (but in his mind medically) takes care of his patients, the townspeople of Moorehigh, whom he believes are “sick” due to their being responsible for his beloved father’s demise. This is where the comedy comes in, at least for me. The kill methods he uses are all over the top obscene references to medical procedures, His doctor/hospital-related one-liners right before each ghastly act are priceless. And that seriously creepy high-pitched giggle… Disturbing and hilarious, in equal measure.
Dr. Giggles is, to me, the perfect combination of comedy and horror. One second you’re laughing out loud at the dialogue, and the next you’re cringing away from the screen to avoid what you’re seeing. The doc had it right when he said that laughter is the best medicine.
