A new wave of Sex Machine reviews is starting to pop up and here’s one of my favorites… from MTV’s Headbanger’s Ball…

For fans of mad scientist flicks, “Terminator” style adventures and Dario Argento splatter, Sex Machine is a must.

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When my brother and I were kids, Fangoria was the holy grail. Unfortunately (and probably appropriately), it was frowned upon in our household. So on the rare occasions when we were able to get our hands on a copy, it was like gold. After fully reading it, we would usually sell it off to the juvenile delinquent who lived down the street. Fangoria is where I first read about J.R. Bookwalter who at the time was an 18-year old kid making a Super-8 zombie epic titled The Dead Next Door. In those days, it was not nearly as common for people to be running around making low-budget movies, and that article really opened my eyes to the possibility. This is all just to say, that I’m pretty excited that Sex Machine got featured in the latest issue. The issue is on the stands now – 28 Weeks Later is on the cover. Click on the thumbnail for a larger view.

We are super-excited to report that Sex Machine has a pretty lengthy article in the first issue of Scars Magazine. For all you horror geeks, Scars is poised to be the U.S. alternative to Rue Morgue magazine. But Scars has photos of naked undead girls, which gives them a little edge. Check out the Scars Magazine website for more information. Huge thanks got to Lou-chadore Fowler for this article. Louis, the Sex Machine care package is on it’s way.

Film Threat gives Sex Machine 4 Stars!  I should be on the road right now, but I was so happy with this review that I wanted to post it. I’ve been reading Film Threat for what feels like forever and the early issues of their print publication were what convinced me that regular people could make movies. They are also fairly tough on movies. So to read this review which perfectly nails what I was trying to do with the movie makes my day and gives me the fuel I need to make the drive to Oklahoma City. Here’s an excerpt:

This movie has all the makings of a rockin’ B-action flick, and frequently “Sex Machine” rocks the house with its spastic “Natural Born Killers” like appearance. The wildly creative look and feel of the feature makes for an intense ride. But what’s most remarkable here is the conscious, and successful, effort to slow things down and build the characters, to immerse you fully in the situation, to make you feel for this poor bastard Frank. These characters matter, you feel for their plight. This isn’t just a bunch of people playing cops and robbers in front of a camera. This is action that counts!

Here’s a review from Allen Richards at B-Independent that REALLY gets what I was trying to do with this movie.

It’s easy dismiss the hesitant looks of fear and pain in both Frank and Claire as wooden acting, but the low key performances work not just in reinforcing the underlying emotions, but they also function as a counterpoint to Sharpe’s kinetic visual style. The neon lit underworld of SEX MACHINE is awash in blues, reds, and greens. The shots are a barrage of dutch tilts, close-ups, and quick cuts. The result could have been MTV-like, but instead comes off more like the hyper-reality in one of those seedy videogames where players get to be car thieves or thugs.

Here’s a review from Monsters at Play which is a little more hesitant in its praise, except where it comes to Sheridan…

Sheridan Marquardt as Owen, however, is genuinely funny; not because of anything specific he does or says, but because he exudes an obnoxious, nerdy goofiness that tickles my brain.

Sheridan’s obnoxious, nerdy goofiness tickles my brain too…