The last fifteen minutes are so beautifully batshit insane, some of the most lovely and repulsive body horror scenes ever filmed. Gorgeous, gooey flesh. However, the first hour and a bit bogs the whole thing down, just typical 80s horror cheese with dull, made-for-tv aesthetics. All worth it for that ending though. Wow. Genius.
Deadpan black comedy. Although this makes the dramatic blunder of casting hunk Warlock as the alienated outsider hero (dumpy second lead Richards would have been a much better choice), this look into the lifestyles of the rich and mutated has moments of excellence interspersed with much narrative confusion and flat performances. It saves most of its very weird Screaming Mad George FX for its icky, squishy climax.
By all rights, this isn't a good movie. The plotting is spotty, the acting hovers between passable and camp, and the effects are, well, you can look at the thumbnail right there. But at the same time, it has cult movie written all over it. When it fails, it crashes and burns so hard you can't help but admire it. Let's just hope nobody tries to remake it.
80's soap opera heartthrob Billy Warlock stars in this odd horror flick about a paranoid rich kid who starts to believe that his high society family and associates are all part of a sinister conspiracy. The first hour is too slow and has some very clunky moments, but the payoff is totally worth it. No spoilers here, but the last 20 minutes or so is a nonstop orgy of gore effects and WTF moments. Deliciously perverse if slightly too literal.