What a beautiful movie!

Better Late Then Never

This story has more twists and turns than a second-rate soap opera.

The acting in this movie is really good.

A music industry man loses one of his best clients, but devises a plan to make the best musician ever -- out of the body parts of other dead musicians. With the help of his nephew Frankie (a former morgue attendant and amateur scientist) and some stoner roadies, the musician is built. But things go sour when "King" starts developing unnatural urges.I have to compare this film to Henenlotter's "Frankenhooker". I mean, it's a horror-comedy about an amateur scientist building a new person out of old parts. And the comedy styles are similar, so if you like one, you'll like the other. The humor in this film, however, is not as clever and revolves mostly around gay jokes and the nephew's sexual attraction to dissected abdomens.The gay jokes are the worst part of the film. While they are funny and clever at times, as the film goes on they become more and more repetitive and overbearing on the script. How many times can we hear about "unnatural urges" or "dingleberries"? I would rather the film were five minutes shorter with a few lines cut out than be full-length and redundant.Some things I could be critical of, I won't. For example, the Elvis head looks nothing at all like Elvis, nor does it talk like Elvis. But things like this that are so obviously poorly done can be overlooked in the name of humor. This is a Shock-o-Rama film, not the work of some perfectionist or someone with more than 20 dollars to their name.The acting is questionable. The manager is decent and the stoner is alright. "King" is okay if you overlook the bad Elvis impression. The nephew is the part I'm not sure about: either he's clever or awful. All his lines are done monotone and I'm not sure if this is intentional for humor value or if he really is just that bad. It didn't bother me until it was pointed out, but then it gets a bit over the top.I would recommend this film to those who liked "Frankenhooker" as long as you keep in mind this isn't really of the same quality. It's not scary, it's not gory and it's not even really that great of a story. But it's got a dumb humor about it that I think appeals to many horror fans, and maybe this is for you. Also, despite being from 1999, it has a very 1980s or early 1990s feel to it, which for me is a definite bonus.

Music mogul, Bernie Stein, joins his nephew Freakie and a hippie roadie, Iggy in an effort to make a superstar out of dead body parts. The hands of Jimmy Hendrix, Sid Vicious's ass, Elvis's head, and the penis of Jim Morrison. Well it would have been Morrison if Iggy didn't screw up and bring back Liberace's love sausage. uh-oh, I smell a wall of gay jokes cumin along. Sure enough King, the monster, gets confused by his fudge packing pecker whom actually talks to him. And, oh who am I kidding, as a red blooded heterosexual make this film is just way too gay for me. (not that there's anything wrong with that) Eye Candy: Kate Fallon & Joan Gerardi get topless; plus more nudity in the extra features DVD Extras: Commentary Director and crew; 22 minute Behind the scenes featurette; music video; Theatrical trailer; and trailers for 28 other Seduction Cinema titles My Grade: F

This is quite possibly the worst movie I've ever seen. Shoddy production values could be forgiven, even poor editing and lousy pacing could be excused by the occasional good scene or a belly laugh, but these are nowhere to be found. The lone standout scene is the musical number, which manages to be vaguely acceptable, and the most amusing thing in the entire duration of the movie is a constantly stoned hippie character.Let me repeat that.The funniest thing in the film is a stoned hippie character who ends every line with "dude" or "man". He doesn't do or say anything particularly funny, either, but just by being a stoned hippie and saying "dude" and "man" he still manages to be funnier than everything else.I'd try to summarize briefly just how dire this failed horror spoof is, but words fail me. You'll just have to see it yourself - it's prime material for a Mystery Science Theater-style evening at home with friends and a drink or seven, and not just because you need alcohol to dull the pain of witnessing the black hole where comedy dies in terrible pain.

The first half of this film works pretty well for me, though I thought there was waaaay too much of Barry Feterman as the foul-mouthed Bernie Stein. Not that he didn't act the role capably, but there was so much more of him than the plot required that one started to wonder if he had been an investor in the film, and demanded extra screen time...The musical numbers are fun, and Guggenheim tries hard as the "King". But once the monster's sexual confusion "comes up", the film devolves into an endless string of gerbil and "hershey highway" jokes. I'm not sure if these are intended as gay camp or gay bashing, but either way the film devotes far too much time to them, and not enough to the potential of an "assembled" rock star.Many elements of this film work, and it looks pretty good for a low-budget production. But somewhere along the way the concept loses steam and chugs along slowly, relying on a very low grade of humor.