(From Joe Bob's Ultimate B Movie Guide) |
William Katt is a Stephen King-type writer who gets a divorce and goes out
to live in the haunted house where his aunt killed herself and his little
boy drowned in the pool, so he can write a book about his Vietnam
experiences that nobody wants to read. Hey, we've all been there, right?
But the problem is, the guy can't get any work done because the fat
neighbor keeps showing up every time he rigs up his Minolta to photograph
the monster in the upstairs closet. And then when he starts running around
the house in his combat fatigues, shooting off his shotgun at a Miss Piggy
slime creature, the police come. It's not that easy to kill this monster,
because the house has a 12-foot-long fish on the wall that's been
zombified, and it starts coming back to life--not to mention the seven
farm implements from the shed that start flying through the house,
threatening to gouge the guy's privates. In other words, what we've got
here is one of those nightmares-reflecting-me-screwed-up-life flicks, sort
of a cross between Poltergeist and "Rambo." Three quarts blood. A 21 on the Vomit Meter. Five dead bodies. Seven beasts. Zero breast count, due to Kay Lenz's failure to pop her top. One hanging. One drowning. Valium gulping. Flying skull bat. Chimney Gremlins. Heads roll. Arms roll. Hand rolls. Gratuitous reptiles in the bathroom mirror. Dead fish Fu. Dismembered hand Fu. Grenade City. With Curt Wilmot as the Rambo Skeleton, the first soldier-of-fortune monster, and George Wendt as the fat neighbor who tries to kill the monster with a harpoon. |
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(From Joe Bob's Ultimate B Movie Guide) |
A guy digs up his great-great-grandpa's grave to steal a magic
skull, only Gramps turns out to be a mummy zombie so EVIL that he wants to
MOVE IN WITH THE RELATIVES. So Jesse, the great-great-grandson, lets him
live in the basement for a while, but only if he behaves himself and
promises to go back in his grave after the vacation. Then Jesse's dingbat
friend Charlie bops by, gets drunk with Gramps, and lets him drive a 1986
Alfa Romeo Spider. Then a Hercules caveman sort of guy comes by the house
to do the pony at a costume party, only he ends up punching out a
monkey-suit extra, stealing the magic skull, and turning the upstairs
bedroom into an alternate-universe set out of "Quest For Fire." Then
there's a bunch of plot about a pterodactyl and a worm-dog and how Jesse
and Charlie have to save the skull or else the forces of evil will take
over their brains and then they go rescue a virgin from some Aztec
metalheads that stuck their alternate universe behind the light socket in
the living room. Finally somebody calls up the SWAT team and says,
"There's an entire audience being held hostage in this movie," and so the
SWAT team shows up outside the house and starts shooting it out with
ANOTHER 175-year-old outlaw named Slim. No breasts. Fifteen dead bodies. Four beasts. One exploding head. One motor vehicle chase. Gratuitous Uzi semi-automatic submachinegun fire. Gratuitous worm-dog. Ironing board Fu. Mummy Fu. Pterodactyl Fu. Aztec Fu. Tyrannosaurus Rex Fu. With Lar Park Lincoln as Kate the airhead record exec wife ("Wow! Who decorated this place?"), Amy Yasbeck as Charlie's bimbo electro-bubblegum singing girlfriend, John Ratzenberger as Bill the electrician ("I've seen this before and it's always made my adenoids curdle"), Royal Dano as the 175-year-old mummy Grampa ("Did you blow his head off? That's a good boy."). Produced by Sean Cunningham, of FRIDAY THE 13TH and SPRING BREAK renown. |
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