In his haste to accessorize, millionaire playboy Hugo forgets his shirt
"NoaTC" is a movie about a millionaire playboy named Hugo who lives in an old monastery and picks up chicks in his helicopter in order to collect their severed heads, feeding their remains to his room full of cats. That's it--for sixty-three minutes. But... that's really all I need. I like to come up with elaborate back stories for how movies like this got made--what the hell was the pitch? I mean, I would have bankrolled a movie like the one described above, especially if I'd been drinking. But... how did the twisted genius behind "NoaTC" wrest money from investors? It's as if the director had been tasked with making a different movie and then woke up after a Hunter S. Thompson-worthy bender, having spent all the money the producers had given him and now faced with a quandary. "Well, I've got a helicopter, some stock footage of Acapulco, an abandoned monastery and, like, a thousand cats. How am I going to make a movie out of THIS?" Thus, "Night of a Thousand Cats" was born.
Also, there's a flaw in Hugo's plan, and it involves those titular cats. Once he's done decapitating his victims, he feeds the meat to his cats... and then has his manservant Dorgo burn the bodies. Wait a minute--why do you need the cats at all???? I mean, the cats are what make the movie awesome and everything, but... that's just not efficient. I'm not complaining because, frankly, scenes of Hugo hurling cats around or fuzzy little buddies nibbling on meatstuffs are what make this movie so great. [Note: Yes, I am going to die crushed under a pile of DVDs and get eaten by my three-dozen cats someday, internet--look for my obituary on Fark]