Paul Dale is what happens when a young boy pisses into the open tape deck of the family video camera at the age of two. An act of brazen Freudian psycho-sexual fusion that ruined the camera and made Paul a lover of films. A filmmaker, writer, editor, and full-time genre chaos agent, Dale has made it his mission to bring mutant gators, killer kites, and all manner of cinematic mayhem to life with or without a budget, studio, or sanity.

Things kicked off with Chosen (2014), a microbudget thriller made for less than what most people spend on coffee in a month. Did he write, direct, and edit it himself? You bet. Was it good? Absolutely not, but it taught him how to make a film. Since then, he’s been a one-man, no-budget, bad-movie maverick.

After reading reviews talking about how crappy his films were Dale realized he needed to go deeper into the realm of crap…literally, and thus Sewer Gators was born. A film that says, “what if Jaws were about rubber alligators eating people by the ass while they sat on the toilet?” Genius is a word too often bandied about, but my god.

Then came Killer Kites, a film where the villain is, quite literally, an evil kite. Yes, a kite. The less said about this film the better…let’s move on.

In 2024, he unleashed Murdaritaville, a horror-comedy where a bunch of Jimmy Buffett fans start getting killed by a half man, half bird.

His most recent endeavor is a picture called the Unipooper, an interactive roadshow film based on the true story of a man who pooped in the urinals of his high school. Dale swears this is his last poop film, he says it’s his dooty, butt we’ll see, after all this is only number two.

If it’s cheap, weird, and unhinged, Paul will make a movie out of it. His films don’t ask for permission, you get in for the ride, or you’re gonna have a bad time. In the pantheon of cult cinema, Paul Dale is somewhere in the rafters, duct-taping a rubber monster to a drone and yelling, “Action!”

I guess to sum it up, there’s a little Paul Dale I’m all of us and since I am Paul Dale there’s more of it in me.