I review the Twelfth Annual Snuffy Awards

The Snuffy Awards, or Snuffies, is an award show honoring excellence in the field of snuff films. Every year the Snuffies are held at an undisclosed location in Atlantic City or Reno and broadcast live on the Home and Garden channel, for some reason.

Not being a sociopathic millionaire, I've never viewed a snuff film and have no desire to, but this is one awards show I've never reviewed for this blog; and given my decision to blog every single day this month, I felt I had to give this a go.

Needless to say, an awards show honoring films that depict the real-life brutal murder of human beings doesn't exactly draw the A-List celebrities. The show opened by a song from former pseudo-grunge bandwagon riders Candlebox and was hosted by Richard Grieco. Most of the presenters seemed to be crack whores the producers picked up from around the venue, but they did manage to get Flavor Flav and those brats from Laguna Beach to make brief appearances.

In retrospect, I don't even know why these awards were held. The production values were for shit and most of the winning movies had generic titles like Film X2653 and Untitled Snuff Motion Picture.

The acceptance speech for Best Actor: "I accept this award for random homeless guy on his behalf. I'm sure if he was still alive he'd be very proud of this." The award for Best Actress, to anonymous teenage runaway, was also presented posthumously. A couple of the on-screen murderers were honored, but obviously they were keeping a low profile and didn't bother to show up.

The show did end on a high note when a masked man came out and unexpectedly shot Richard Grieco in the back of the head, but it was too little too late.

Overall, this two hour celebration of the seedy underbelly of society was deeply offensive, but somehow less offensive than the Grammys.