“Bloody Mallory” is a goofy, gory, really bad movie about an unlikely brigade of paranormal commandos who screw evil for the hell of it. Gung-ho attempt to pump fresh blood into a bargain-basement genre is derivative but cheerfully resourceful, anti-clerical and watchably silly. This Troma-esque time-waster from freshman helmer Julien Magnat is perfect for undemanding midnight slates. Since opening mid-July, however, it’s failed to garner red-blooded B.O. locally.
When the pope is kidnapped by ghouls after an appearance at Notre Dame, Bloody Mallory (versatile, derriere-kicking looker Olivia Bonamy) is assigned to rescue the purloined pontiff. Turns out the Vatican’s publicist may be fronting for the forces of darkness. Mallory is so called because she had to hack her handsome but demonic spouse to death on her wedding night. Her fearless crew includes shape-shifting Talking Tina (a mute little girl with telepathic powers) and 7-foot tall, blue-haired Franco-American drag queen Vena Cava (Jeffrey Ribier). Parisian ad campaign of the proudly cheesy pic consisted of half-sheets screaming “Fuck Evil!” (in English) at bus stops — an irreverent example of truth in advertising.