Written and directed by William Sachs. Starring Alex Rebar, Burr DeBenning, Myron Healing, Michael Alldredge, Ann Sweeny, Jonathan Demme, Janus Blythe and Cheryl Smith.
Plot: an astronaut is transformed into a murderous melting man after being exposed to radiation during a trip to Saturn.
This movie is hysterical. Let’s start with that. It is one of the best bad movies ever. Don’t let certain descriptions lie to you though. This is not a movie about a man trying to restore his flesh. No, this man is just melting and it’s making him a crazy murderer for some reason, who also consumes some flesh. You may even root for him in the beginning because he’s melting and that’s sad, but pretty soon he becomes too crazy for words.
It all starts when Colonel Steven West (Rebarr) is exposed to radiation on a trip to Saturn. It kills his fellow astronauts and begins a flesh melting process in him. Back on Earth, this radiation problem drives him insane, naturally, and he murders a nurse, escapes the hospital and murders a bit more. A Dr. Nelson (DeBenning) and a Sheriff Blake (Alldredge) go after West. This all ends as crappy as you may imagine, but I won’t spoil it for you.
So much is wrong with this movie. So much. It is totally unrealistic, even for a movie about melting flesh and the rules change from one minute to the next. But at least it’s funny. For instance, keep your eye out for the raunchy old lady stealing lemons. She is a riot!! Also, you could probably start a drinking game for every time a character has a meltdown (get it? meltdown! hahaha!). Someone has a legit hissy fit every five to ten minutes.
For the fun of it, here are some rather interesting discussion questions for after the viewing:
1. Why was that big woman put into slow-motion? I feel like that was purposely cruel.
2. Why wasn’t a radioactive man put into isolation immediately? You shouldn’t have had him around other people even if he wasn’t trying to kill everyone.
3. Why is he worried about his freaking crackers when there’s a radioactive man on the loose? I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be hungry at a time like that.
4. After a girl lets someone pull down her tube top to take pictures of her boobs, she sees a dead body on the ground. Why does she not A) pull up her fucking tube top and/or B) run away?
5. Why does another woman opt not to use her meat cleaver in self-defense? Instead, she throws it on the ground, throws herself on the ground and begins crying in the corner. Like what the actual fuck?
We didn’t give this movie high marks, but we do recommend at least one watch. It’s too funny to pass up.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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