The Worst Film Ever

If the ambition is to provide two hours of instantly forgettable, popcorn-munching escapism, it succeeds.

At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.

The movie is made so realistic it has a lot of that WoW feeling at the right moments and never tooo over the top. the suspense is done so well and the emotion is felt. Very well put together with the music and all.

Brutish PCP addled crack dealer Baking Soda (essayed with ferocious gusto by burly behemoth Howard Calvert) joins forces with his goofy gay partner G.E.D. (a delightfully zany portrayal by Jamelle Kent) and fish-like extraterrestrial buddy Kreech (Danny McCarty, who speaks in gibberish and sports a hokey Creature from the Black Lagoon rubber mask) to declare war on evil alien white guys who are selling a lethal form of space rock that transforms addicts into zombies. Writer/director Tom Martino totally let's it all hang out something nutty with a blithely lowbrow sense of puerile humor that gleefully eschews subtlety, proper decorum, and political correctness in the best, most joyfully offensive, and hence often uproarious manner possible: Besides hysterically rude'n'crude jokes about such things as puking, pooping, and masturbation, we also get a delirious array of broadly drawn oddball racial stereotype characters that poke merry kooky fun at everything from Jews to Muslims to Mexicans. Granted, said humor tends to be extremely dumb, crass, and tasteless, but it's still incredibly sidesplitting just the same because of its giddy go-for-broke gonzo brashness and vulgarity. Moreover, Martino displays an inspired feel for the absurd and surreal throughout, with oodles of outrageously over-the-top cartoonish gore, ridiculous action set pieces, occasional use of puppets, a few cheesy video game-style visuals, and one doozy of a surprise twist ending. An absolute wacky hoot.