My quick rating - 1.7/10. Sometimes I think I'm about to watch some obscure little slasher. This time I accidentally watched guy-on-guy porn with a horror movie tacked on the end. Blowie follows a group of adult content creators who rent a mansion in the middle of nowhere to film content. After a tragic (and pretty funny) accident, they're stalked by a doll-faced killer known only as...Blowie.
Yep. That's the premise.
I only pressed play because it sounded gloriously stupid, and at a brisk 75 minutes, I figured, "How much damage can it do?"
The answer? Plenty.
The movie opens with upbeat music and full frontal male nudity. Not in a sexy way—one guy's simply making a dash to the toilet. From there, we're introduced to a house full of adult performers, dildos scattered around for photo shoots, and enough softcore guy-on-guy content to make you wonder if you've clicked the wrong streaming service.
Meanwhile, one bloke is literally being suffocated with lubricant while lying on the floor, and somehow nobody notices. Horror movie logic is alive and well.
Then a new guy joins the house, more fetishes get filmed, and before long someone suggests dumping a body in the nearest pond. Congratulations, we've finally stumbled into a horror setup... except the movie still seems far more interested in filming content than creating suspense.
If you've ever wondered what happens when an OnlyFans shoot collides with a bargain-bin slasher. I'll stop there because, NO, you haven't. But if so, this is it. I've seen horror movies with less nudity. And I've seen porn with a better plot. I lost count of the tallywhackers on screen. Bonus points if you know which classic comedy made "tallywhacker" part of my vocabulary.
The funniest part?
The filmmakers appear to remember they were making a horror movie at almost exactly the one-hour mark. Up until then, it's mostly adult content with occasional reminders that someone brought a killer along.
Once the kills finally arrive, they're practical enough. There's a little splatter, but nothing memorable. The mansion itself is probably the best thing in the movie.
Trying to find positives became a horror movie in itself.
To its credit, Blowie does attempt to make a point about the financial insecurity of digital sex workers and payment platforms freezing creators' income. It's a message that's understandable, but it's delivered with all the subtlety of a brick through a window. It never connected with me because I didn't give a crap about any of the characters.
In the end, Blowie somehow fails as both horror and comedy. The scares arrive far too late, the kills aren't worth the wait, and if you came looking for a slasher, you'll spend most of the runtime wondering when it plans to start.
If, however, your idea of a good time is watching a group of untalented performers make adult content before a killer briefly crashes the party...
Well, congratulations. You've finally found your movie.






