 This film is truly one of the more horrifying artifacts of 1980s film, but not for the reasons its makers might think. Yet another cheap and mirthless knockoff of "Gremlins," this is the only movie I've ever seen that made me feel physically ill while watching it. Needless to say, acting, special effects, plot, and characterization are horrendous, but those characteristics by themselves wouldn't distinguish this film from the run-of-the-mill crap routinely reviewed on this Web site. It's difficult to pinpoint exactly what makes the movie so uniquely nauseating--its smarmy portrayal of women, the rubbery, lifeless puppets masquerading as special effects, the all-Casio-synthesizer soundtrack, or the prevailing sense the viewer gets that the filmmakers just didn't care. Or perhaps it's the peculiar combination of these things that made me push my plate away and reach for the Tums. Avoid this movie at all costs. If you must watch, though, things to look for include: the rocking black van in the background signifying the valley girl and her Army hunk gettin' it on; the hobgoblins terrorizing two security guards...in a GOLF CART; the prudish woman transformed into a sexpot by the hobgoblins' psychic power performing a strip tease while wearing blue underpants over fishnet stockings. You may read another review, submit your own, or return home. |
