I didn't expect much from this movie, and it delivered in spades!
This is not meant to be taken seriously. It didn't take itself seriously, so why should you? From the introduction that starts the thing off, anyone should know that this is going to be z-grade, homemade insanity. That's exactly what it is. The acting is supposed to be bad, the story is supposed to be nonsense, the plot is supposed to be silly. It wasn't made to be a good movie, it was made to make Ed Wood look like a genius.
Only those who can appreciate someone's PCP-induced semi-nightmare set to cartoon music and dolloped by the not-so-glorious ladleful directly onto video should bother with this flick. Its definitely not for everyone.
I can only imagine that the director of this thing, which follows in the footsteps of such delicious aberrations as "Barn of the Blood Llama" and the twisted works of Damien Foster, set out to make something to be laughed at. I sat there for 70 minutes wth my jaw on the floor, hardly able to believe the unadulterated awfulness of every aspect of this laugh riot.
Sometimes its fun to leave your brain at the door and check into Motel Trashola. The whole attitude of this movie is best summed up by Dr. Carnage's magic show, especially the scene where Carnage hands one of the characters his own brain and the character sits there, drool dripping down his chin, staring at his own severed neurology. When you're in the mood to get stupid -- really, really stupid -- that's when its time to go dig up this fine platter of cheeeeeeeeeeeez.
This is not meant to be taken seriously. It didn't take itself seriously, so why should you? From the introduction that starts the thing off, anyone should know that this is going to be z-grade, homemade insanity. That's exactly what it is. The acting is supposed to be bad, the story is supposed to be nonsense, the plot is supposed to be silly. It wasn't made to be a good movie, it was made to make Ed Wood look like a genius.
Only those who can appreciate someone's PCP-induced semi-nightmare set to cartoon music and dolloped by the not-so-glorious ladleful directly onto video should bother with this flick. Its definitely not for everyone.
I can only imagine that the director of this thing, which follows in the footsteps of such delicious aberrations as "Barn of the Blood Llama" and the twisted works of Damien Foster, set out to make something to be laughed at. I sat there for 70 minutes wth my jaw on the floor, hardly able to believe the unadulterated awfulness of every aspect of this laugh riot.
Sometimes its fun to leave your brain at the door and check into Motel Trashola. The whole attitude of this movie is best summed up by Dr. Carnage's magic show, especially the scene where Carnage hands one of the characters his own brain and the character sits there, drool dripping down his chin, staring at his own severed neurology. When you're in the mood to get stupid -- really, really stupid -- that's when its time to go dig up this fine platter of cheeeeeeeeeeeez.