Sunday, January 31, 2016

Hardware (1990)

We open on the desert under red filter.
A robot hand slowly emerges from under the sand, revealed by a strong wind. A burning man escapee walks across the sand, uncovers the robot.
"This is Angry Bob, the man with the industrial dick!"

Iggy Pop is Angry Bob. The boat-cab driver is Lemmy from Motörhead. And this is how you know you are about to sit through 94 minutes of mind-altering escapism.

A post-apocalyptic Earth, bug tea, zone trippers and Nintendo glove arms (I just can NOT think of the Nintendo glove without reminiscing about the greatness that is Congo). Oh yeah, and there sure is a lot of meditation for such a pervy movie. Yes, super pervy. Some of the lines are too pervy for respectable internet. Luckily, this is not such a respectable site.

"You ready to take it up the ass? What if I fuck you with a string of popcorn up your ass and pull it out real slow?"

"Do you think you're ready to try the Hershey Highway?"

"Take that big dick. Take it all the way in. Take it. Suck him dry. That's it baby...squeeze that tube."

That last one is courtesy of a gross, fat, sweaty pervo masturbating and sticking his tongue out like a dying pig. Ah Hardware. Apparently they had to cut a lot of footage to get the R rating in the US of A. I wonder where that footage is...maybe on France's "Genetic Warrior" release? I guess I know what I'm doing this Friday night...

And despite the fact that this movie was a financial success ($5.7 million to it's $1.5 mill. production budget!), somehow the director Richard Stanley never really went on to do much else. A travesty and tragedy, I am sure.

Just a few more things:
weird psychic circles and flashing lights and Kali Indian god of destruction
radiation free reindeer steaks
slow motion decapitation by baseball bat     &
major good vibes cigarettes

Final judgement: this is some epileptic robot nightmare shit; this is a horror sci-fi post-apocalyptic creature feature; this is a sad broken love story; this is population control - the final solution

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Lifeforce (1985)

When you happen upon a going-out-of-business sale at a local movie rental store, and it's chock full of VHS tapes, and the sci-fi section is so bangin' that your head is spinning around, and even after you pick up so many clearly essential additions to your already stocked collection, when a movie still on the shelf boasts the director of Poltergeist and Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and the special effects director of Star Wars, you buy that frickin' movie. It doesn't matter how many other tapes you have falling out of your hands, you buy that frickin' movie. And so I did. The cover seemed a little on the serious side (clearly not the cover featured on the left...), so it's been sadly sitting on my shelf for almost a year now. But fate finally brought it out, and I couldn't be more satisfied. This movie is bad-ass. Like seriously bad-ass. We're talking naked, sexualized aliens AKA space vampires, giant bat mummies, hypnosis, piles of corpses, Patrick Stewart, and what I would generally consider to be a zombie apocalypse. Oh, did I mention that Dan O'Bannon helped write the screenplay (although some rumors actually suggest that his version was cut and/or that the addition of Haley's comet made him disavow the film...)?
 The movie is definitely walking that delicate but beautiful line of sex and sci-fi horror, and walking it well. Lines like,
"She's using a different body.
-What is she doing?
She's looking for a man.
-What man?
Any man, a healthy man." certainly paint a romantic picture. There's also the slightly rapey interrogation scene where Steve Railsback goes to that asylum for the clinically insane and exorcises the alien from that lady with his tongue. Sassy. And all the while Patrick Stewart is sitting in the corner, saying, "I'm a natural voyeur." Extra sassy. Believe it or not, a full 16 minutes of erotic footage was edited out of the US version of this film. Fucking prudes - I can't believe it. I am already searching the internet for an original UK director's cut, trust me. I need those 16 minutes.

But don't let me misrepresent - this movie isn't all about the sex appeal. There is also a substantial amount of blood and violence. Just the perfect amount if I may say so myself. The effects are supremo, right on the money creature feature; and yes, the desiccation is superb (licking fingers). All the over-the-top, blood gushing, living blood blob moments are timed at just the right moments.
Let's see...what else....

Leather bomber jackets over white turtlenecks, grenades thrown at naked vampires, hand-painted sci-fi comet backdrops, reflation, double-dosing, a thermonuclear device, and did I mention Patrick fucking Stewart?

If that doesn't convince you, maybe this quote menagerie will do the trick:

"I am the feminine in your mind Carlson."

"Where are you? Where's your body? Let me go!!!!"

"She took some of my energy and she game me some of her energy."

"She'll destroy you. She's destroyed worlds."

"All those blue lights going up to the clouds. They're human souls."

How can anyone say no? It's irresistible. It's undeniable. I just can't.....Yes, yes, you can take my lifeforce....I give it to you willingly. I give it all.

Final judgement: As usual, the film says it best...:"What are these feelings? Why do I feel so close to you?"/Truly epic, a crucial edition to my movie repertoire/Patrick Stewart's talents know no bounds.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Introduction to World Music

A couple of people have asked me for music recommendations in the last few days, so I thought I would do a basic brain dump here on my blog. Keep in mind, this in no way encompasses the huge range of amazing world music that can be found out there, or even a small slice of the many different world music genres. This is just a peek into my most frequented world music albums, almost all of which are compilations. So hopefully you can find a few of these and add a few more world music songs to your party playlist.

North American
Classic.... - Smithsonian Folkways
Hawaiian Steel Guitar Classics - Folklyric
Samish Journey Home - Samish Indian Nation (this is a bit hard to get your hands on)

Globalista: Import-Export - Light in the Attic
Señor Coconut Presents Coconut FM - Essay Recordings
Africa Raps - Trikont

Swinging Mademoiselles - Silva America
Girls in the Garage - Dionysus
Early Girls - Ace

Bombay Disco - Cultures of Soul
Asha Bhosle + Kronos Quartet - Nonesuch
Ho! #1 Roady Music from Vietnam - Trikont

Turkish Delights - Grey Past
Steam Kodok - Grey Past
Cambodian Cassette Archives - Sublime Frequencies
Cambodian Rocks - Khmer Rocks
Love, Peace and Poetry - QDK, Normal

Latin American
Suni Paz (Argentina) - Smithsonian Folkways
Chavela Vargas (Mexico) - Orfeon
Hyuano Music from Peru - Arhoolie
Music of the Incas - Lyrichord
Mexico: Fiestas of Chiapas and Oaxaca - Nonesuch Records

Middle Eastern and African
Ethiopiques - Buda Musique
Nigeria 70 - World Psychedelic Classics
Lagos Disco Inferno - Academy LPs
Music from Saharan Cellphones - Sahel Sounds
Bosavi: Rainforest Music from Papua New Guinea - Smithsonian Folkways


Field Recordings
Anything by Sublime Frequencies

Go-To Labels
Sublime Frequencies
Smithsonian Folkways / Folkways
Nonesuch Explorer


Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Nightfall (1988)

This film is truly something special. Dave Kehr (1988) of the Chicago Tribune probably said it best in his 1988 review, writing, "'Nightfall,' an ultralow-budget production from Roger Corman's Concorde Pictures, is one of those oddball exploitation films that, through impoverishment, desperation and galloping incompetence, inadvertently manages to enter the avant-garde." Based on a short story by Isaac Asimov, and expanded into a full book in 1990, Nightfall (1988) goes beyond the realm of bad and good and into another dimension of pure fascination, incredulity and "frequent breaks for mysterious modern dance numbers" (Kehr 1988). Harrington (1988) of the Washington Post also writes an insightful review, describing Nightfall (1988) as, "so inept, obtuse and absurd that it serves as a celluloid Rorschach, inspiring giggles and groans with virtually every frame." Harrington's summary critique of the film is that it's, "shot. On a weekend. In an outdoor area covering perhaps half an acre. With a budget in the hundreds of dollars and a cast of dozens. With costumes picked up at the "Ishtar" distress sale. With a screenplay credited to director Paul Mayersberg, though it has the feel of communal improvisation. With no beginning, no development, no explication de texte, and, most frighteningly, no apparent end." Frightening indeed. Kehr (1988) was also slightly distressed by movement of the movie, writing that, "It's a film in which no one event is privileged above another, in which the links between those events are either nonexistent or unreadable; and it's a film with a much higher level of confusion and uncertainty at the conclusion than at the beginning." Oh the confusion! To be fair, it does seem like the film used to be an hour longer and that they just sort of cut scenes willy-nilly. Especially those few crucial seconds at an end of a scene where the camera settles on something and the audience has a chance to process the craziness that just happened - they got rid of all those. I actually had trouble differentiating the characters throughout the film, and not just because many of them were wearing masks made out of tree bark or old tires or something. They just all looked really similar. I'm thinking it might have been some sort of metaphor for the different cults and how they are just opposite sides of the same coin. But I'm also thinking it might be wise not to over think this film.
So how did I manage to tangle in this preposterous playground you ask? One glimpse of the backbox summary should be suffice to understand why I chose this film out of my stacks upon stacks of absurd VHS tapes - "Against a backdrop of eerie landscapes, forbidden passions and political intrigue, Nightfall explores the conflict between science and superstition." I love superstition! And I love science even more! The entire movie is centered around these various populations of people coming to terms with an age of darkness as the suns of their planet set.
"Do you believe in a world without light?" (just one of the many amazing quotes in this movie)...
The religious group has no eyeballs - they all get plucked out by hungry falcons so the followers can idolize their blind Richard Simmons leader. And the science cult is led by a man with luscious locks who asks important and insightful questions like,
"'Where do you come from?'
- Up there, you always ask me that.
'Well you're mine now.'"

The science guy also has a lot of sexy times - but what scientist didn't in the 1980's? My personal favorite was the bizarre snake bite scene where the dude gets nibbled near his man bits and then the chick sucks out the poison before they erotically roll around in the curtains. This is tempered by a later scene in which the chick (I can only assume it's the same woman....) says,
"If I'm so weak why do you want me?" while he accosts her with a different serpent and she negotiates, "I will go with you but I want you now," punctuating the scene by sticking her tongue out like a lizard.

A lot of other strange things happened too. And many of them are set to strange music. This of course is my favorite part. Bell scenes, drum scenes, flute scenes and weird death liturgy chanting scenes serve to differentiate the populations of characters while also really tripping me the fuck out. Although I am a sucker for an original sci-fi music scene. 
Speaking of bells, the ones in this film drew my attention because I have one of them hanging on my wall - a gift from some friends who visited the hippie arcology site Arcosanti out in the deserts of Arizona. Founded in the mid 19th century by a architect named Soleri, Arcosanti is an art commune combining elements of education, architecture and ecology. And yes, apparently the entire movie was filmed there, even using some of the residents as background actors. Well that explains why the sets looked inexplicably sweet considering the rest of the budget. I'm not sure if it explains the chime based lightning icicle sword fight. Or the twisted linen thong fights. Or the 80's flash dancing into the apocalypse. Although that does seem like a pretty decent way to go out. Speaking of decent, here are some of the best lines:

"You really think you are written in your book?"

"The end is beautiful, isn't it?"

"All our history and progress is nothing. It is possible that nothing important has ever been said. It's possible."

"I hate this time. I hate this place. I hope we all die."

Awww, chin up Nightfall (1988). You aren't that bad! Even if the final moments are confused, delirious, and stabbed in the vagina as they all turn their backs on science and freakout into the sunset.

In the end, like all good religious apocalypse movies, Nightfall (1988) casts judgement upon itself: "But I want you so much I can't even tell if I love you"/"What do you fear about nightfall? Everything comes to an end."

So it does. And thank science for that!


Harrington R. 1988. 'Nightfall' (1988). The Washington Post. May 30, 1988.

Jabootu's Bad Movie Dimension. 1999. B-notes: Nightfall (1988). October 02, 1999.

Kehr D. 1988. 'Nightfall' stumbles to avante-garde. Chicago Tribune, Lifestyles. June 09, 1988.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Scorcher (2002)

Mark Dacascos? John Rhy-Davies? G.W. Bailey? And Rutger Hauer? And the catchline, "The only hope for humanity to survive a natural disaster is to detonate a nuclear bomb in Los Angeles?" Now this is what dreams are made of. Who hasn't sighed peacefully into their pillow while pondering the possibility of LA sinking into the seafloor? Only in dreams as they say. I guess those dreams are about as satisfying as this movie. TV movie to be precise. Yes, yes, forgettable and fleeting. But still, so much more. This is a snapshot of a generation. Or the asymptotic slow death of a generation perhaps. I just know it says something. SOMETHING.

From the AOL instant messaging platform to the random religion made of prayers and this fanatic with his halleluahs and a disco ball light...That's right, if the fissure reaches 44cm, there will be literal Hell on Earth.  

That's what she said.

Am I watching some sort Watchtower brochure? It certainly seems possible. And yet there are scientists. And science insults. In fact, the best insult I have ever heard (wow am I a grad student),

"You were the one funding my grants?! So you could keep tabs on my research?!"

Boo fucking hoo lady. At least your research is getting funded!! Ok sorry, I digress.  But really, why does this movie possibly need an R rating? I certainly don't remember any titties.

Speaking of not being remembered...I can only imagine that the director James Seale has got a second job. Can you really live off of directing your friend's straight to DVD stinkfest every 3 years? That would be amazing if the case. And just another reason us scientists are so crazy. You dare fund my grants?!

Put out by a company that clearly specializes in only the finest F-list fare, eg. I Spit on Your Grave 2 and Stonehenge Apocalypse, Scorcher, surprisingly (?) hasn't been able to build up the most bountiful of audiences. Amid the approximately 37 terrible IMDB reviews (Straight to video rubbish; There's bad, and then there's BAD) there stand out a few friendly faces, my favorite of which is definitely dunnfilms who inexplicably describes this masterpiece as,

"A very ambitious action film that rivals a big budget studio film - Scorcher is very impressive. It looks like a major studio film even though it was produced by a very cheap low budget organization. I expected it to be a real stinker but was pleasently surprised to see how good it turned out. If you like action this film is for you."

Whhhhaaaaa? Well, maybe it is explicable. Mr. Don. Dunn. Yes you. You should think about covering your tracks a bit more if you want to plant false positivity about a movie that you, yourself line-produced. I just knew that no one in their right mind would say such things!

But still. The effects did look quite good. Let's see....

The earthquake in the tunnel scene used tunnel scenes from the movie Daylight (1996).

The opening sequence in which Beckett saves McGrath from a volcano in South America uses driving shots taken from Dante's Peak (1997).

The intro helicopter sequence was taken from Dante's Peak (1997).

The nuclear explosion was taken from Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991). 
Well, that would certainly save on the budget wouldn't it! It's okay Scorcher. We love you for what you are. A sad sad place for such great actors to go and die. Bad dates is right.

I deem it: "All of my favorite B-listers in one place!/A natural disaster if ever there was one!/35.634789 cm and counting!"

Hey, "maybe she's just at that time of the month."

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Carnosaur (1993)

This carnivorous creature-feature has been terrorizing the dreams of children since 1993. Or at least from 1993 until 1995 when it was subsequently completely forgotten. At least, by most.....I'm not sure why or when I picked up this VHS, but I was most likely chuckling at the time. Anyway, it has been sitting lonely on my shelf since that day...That is until my friend Skip saw it and declared it "the absolute favorite movie" of his childhood. Hey, we can't all have it all. So what's a girl to do? Watch it of course! And my! Oh my!

I wish I could say this was some back-alley b-list forgettable, but the main actress has actually been nominated for 3 Academy Awards - take that credibility! Other than that, the cast is mostly made up of a motley crew. Except for the ever lovely Jennifer Runyon, ending her epic career with this final tree-topping dinosaur gem. May we forever remember her as the effervescent ESP enabled 'female student' of Ghostbusters.  A total budget of $1 million US dollars (wow, what they used to be able to do with a cool mill - now that wouldn't even buy trailers and catered lunch...) means that this movie actually turned a profit! Good job guys! Not by much, but every triumph should be celebrated, should it not?

Carnosaur is a deep and long-lasting piece of art, building dreams and encouraging lively debate across many fields of opinion and expertise. For example, I can only imagine how many young girls were empowered by the evil enterprise of the female villianess "Dr. Jane Tiptree" in this film. Not only is she a super-cool supervillian, but she's a scientist! Yes! Women can do everything! Apparently Tiptree is a little off her rocker and so she devises a plan to eliminate the human race and replace them with a genetically engineered extinct lineage of carnivorous dinosaurs. How do you ask? By spreading a contagion through pesticides, which when ingested by women, causes them to become pregnant with a dinosaur egg. Because who doesn't love dinosaurs?! I guess I can kind of see where she's coming from...

Compared to an Ed Wood version of Jurassic Park, and described as "The Darkest Dinosaur movie I've ever seen" (thank you Adam Davis of Ohio), not everyone has the immediate reaction to simultaneously laugh and vomit when looking at the cover of this movie. One user actually describes Carnosaur as "One of the better Corman-produced films." Wow, high praise from CMRKeyboadist, especially when looking at the CV of Mr. Corman. Movies like: Dance with a Vampyre (2013), Attack of the 50ft Cheerleader (2012), Scorpius Gigantis (2006), Bloodfist 2050 (2005), I could go on and on. Congratulations CMRKeyboadist on time well spent! Without your expertise on the Corman legacy, we would have no idea where the inimitable Carnosaur legacy falls upon that list.

And it truly is a legacy. The best 18 days ever spent if you ask me. Yes, that's how long it took to film this movie. Because greatness cannot be rushed! And neither can the Tyrannosaurus Rex effects, achieved by means of a miniature remote-controlled puppet, a man in a suit, and a full-sized, 16-foot-tall robot. Oh wait, "only a handful of shots involved the full-size robot, which had too narrow a range of movements to be convincing. The man in the suit proved equally cumbersome and was scrapped. Thus, most F/X shots were accomplished with the remote-control miniature and even some hand puppets." God, I love puppets. Speaking of G.O.D....the Generator of Diversity.... Ahahaha, so punny. This movie was really quite hilarious. If I learned 2 things from Carnosaur, it's that 1) dinosaurs can take the elevator, and 2) this film had entirely too much birthing. Oh yes, and LET ALL THEM DAMN ANIMALS GO TO HELL. "I hate wildlife." 

That's right, hail to the future.

Final sidenote, IMDB recommends "Groom Lake" as something that people who like this have also viewed. Since I am not a machine computer robot, I can tell you. No one. No one should ever recommend Groom Lake. NO ONE. DO YOU HEAR ME?!

Final judgement: "The earth was not made for us - she was made for the dinosaurs."/No chick neither no chicken gonna get the best of me!/One to watch, if only to remember the simpler robot puppet days of the 90's....

Dr. Sterling Raven: Isn't that the freshest, juciest blueberry pie you've ever tasted?
Senator: [nods]
Dr. Sterling Raven: You see, it's all done with a little bit of scientific magic. Every single blueberry is coated with a thick layer of goat embryonic fluid...
Senator: [vomits]

Wait. ONE LAST SIDENOTE. Carnosaur appears to have gained so much popularity that he is running for public office. Please find his official polling platform HERE. 

Saturday, September 7, 2013

The Big Hit (1998)

There is a fallaciously fine line between comedy and action, and when a movie finds that sweet sweet spot, they hit you in a way that brings a vibrant flush to the cheeks. And then some. Of course, Lou Diamond Phillips' asscheeks in a vibrant flush can always provide the bare necessities. And then some!

Here is a movie that is hilarious, and yet oh-so-gruesome. Marky Mark, Christina Applegate and LDP star in this fun-for-the-whole-family (at least those over 13...wait 17?) killer-for-hire, kidnapping, scandal, and video home system masterpiece. With outrageously amiable action scenes including breakdance fights in cut-off capris, rolling down stair bannisters, bungee jump explosions into a pool, grenades, a VHS store fight-out (my dreams do come true!), and vehicular tree-slaughter, all set to the incredible soundtrack of Molotov, Save Ferris and more.  Genius, I tell you, genius! And don't forget romantic.

With lines like: "Girl you so fine I want to pour milk on you and make you part of my complete breakfast"

"You got a number for me?
-Yeah 911
"Damn lesbian,"

how can you not melt? If not the words, then the sexy turkey stuffing scene will definitely get your engine revving.

Sequins and iridescence greet you in the most blissfully dated outfits of all time. Oh yes, and
somehow "King Kong: The Legend Reborn" plays an important casting role in this movie.

Ah, the 90's.

I deem it: "The G spot of 90's action comedies!/Romp and rollick through a better time!/Marky Mark strikes again!/They just don't make 'em like they used to....

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Red Surf (1989)

 Another glorious masterpiece from my VHS vaults. This one has waited for oh so long for it's destiny in my player, and now that day has come! I, like so many before me, was drawn in to this work of art by George Clooney's magnificent mug 'n' mane on the front cover. Unlike so many before me, I was blessed with an image from the original film. The $1 DVD release earned it's keep with a more recent photo of the man who ages like a fine wine. Hahaha - those fools! They bought the movie because they thought it was some mysterious contemporary film that they hadn't heard of but would surely enjoy. Hahahaha. I guess that explains the 3.5 IMDB rating....

There are only 8 reviews on IMDB, and I have compiled all of the titles here for your summary amusement:

 Watchable Drug Flick
Red Surf
Not as bad as I would have expected
Only for hard core Georgie fans
Worth checking out for an early George Clooney role, but not worth checking out twice!
Crack smokin Clooney!
H. Gordon Boos... Hangin' Ten!
Truly, really, abysmally awful

Wow, that's not the most endorsing assortment of reviews if you ask me...

Let me even the playing field with my own: The Hardest, Rawest Ride George Clooney's Ever Given

I still can't tell if that sounds favorable.  Oh well....

 Here are a few more imdb loyaler comments:

"And, quite cool, Gene Simmons who adds a little class to this movie."- beisserchen from Germany


"This film will make you want to rip your own eyeballs out rather than sit through it. You have been warned. Good luck." - the emperor from London, England


"The party scenes are hardcore and the rival gang violence is over the top as well so if that kind of stuff turns you off then you may want to head for the Disney section instead." - clayzar from us

 You know what....? Clayzar might be right: this movie is a little hardcore.  Let's see....I made my own list of some of the more memorable moments. In chronological order of course:

"you might just be a f*gg*t and like 3 lbs of n*gg*r dick up your ass"
would you rather have a spool of barbed wire up your colon or....
"lots of people raise families without dealing drugs"
surfer's viking funeral
well there goes George Clooney
are there really any good guys in this?
he's totally going to raw-dog his best friend's pregnant girlfriend
up the coast baby

That's right. I even used asterixes? * asteriks? * asterices? * in my quotes. I might be lacking a few filters, but some things even I won't say on the internet.

I am also a big fan of the international titles for this film:
Czerwona fala, Giovani iene, Juventude Perigosa, Kontra sta kymata, Malibu - huumerannikko, Red Surf, Soberanos das Drogas, Speed Junkies, Surf Connection, Surf to Die

Surf to Die. That's right. Also...come on...  Clooney's character is named Remar, and he is best friends with Attila. Remar and Attila. Clearly the writer of this script is a genius. I have no idea why it never went into theaters. could have been the R-rating, obscene language and extreme violence.  The director, RIP, only has 3 other movies to his name, and I definitely plan on seeing all of them.
Touch Me (1997) a film about an aerobics instructor who falls in love with an idle playboy and then finds out she has AIDS; Perfect Assassins (1998) about orphan assassin children being brainwashed in a Mexican mansion; and (dun dun dun) The Vivero Letter (1999) about a man who finds out his brother has been murdered over the location of a lost city of treasure. H. Gordon Boos sure knows how to pick 'em! And he is good friends with Robert Patrick, although who wouldn't be?!

Final Judgement: hardcore, harsh and harrowing!/a rough ride through high waves!/the 80's at its bloody finest!/Point Break unfiltered!/Clooney suddenly proves himself a man! The Hardest, Rawest Ride George Clooney's Ever Given!

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Repo Man (1984)

Somewhere between the 70's and the 90's resides a mysterious and magical place called the 80's. And that, my friends, is where this movie came from. Aptly described as "an absurdist punk rock sci fi classic!," Repo Man soars above other films with its trespass into the glamorously impossible. It's not often I dwell on the plot of a movie, but this one is just too juicy to pass up:

"Frustrated punk rocker Otto quits his supermarket job after slugging a co-worker, and is later dumped by his girlfriend at a party. Wandering the streets in frustration, he is recruited in the repossession of a car by a repo agent. After discovering his parents have donated his college fund to a televangelist, he joins the repossession agency (Helping Hand Acceptance Corporation) as an apprentice "repo man". During his training, he is introduced into the mercenary and paranoid world of the drivers, befriended by a UFO conspiracy theorist, confronted by rival repo agents, discovers some of his one-time friends have turned to a life of crime, is lectured to near cosmic unconsciousness by the repo agency grounds worker, and finds himself entangled in a web of intrigue concerning a huge repossession bounty on a 1964 Chevy Malibu driven by a lunatic government scientist, with Top Secret cargo in the trunk." Written by Baroque

Thank you Mr. Baroque gopher. While your handle is beyond my comprehension, your plot summary is just right. This is clearly a movie that needs no other introduction, but since I just can't help myself...I have gleaned out some of the juiciest trivia bits for your chewing pleasure.

- All of the cars and police motorcycles have pine tree air fresheners. This is because the Little Trees company sponsored the movie (lamest sponsor ever...although they did also sponsor Se7en...)

-  Lite gives Otto a book called "DIORETIX" to "help change your life". This is a reference to L. Ron Hubbard's "Dianetics"

- The photo of aliens that Leila shows Otto, which is thought by some to be a plate of shrimp, is actually condoms filled with water wearing grass shirts

- When Otto takes food out of the refrigerator it is a blue and white can labeled 'Food - Meat Flavored'

- No special effects were used to make the Chevy Malibu glow while parked at the repossession lot. Instead, the car was completely coated with 3M reflective paint, at an approximate price of $600 per bucket

Let's see...what else. Oh wait, it's written and directed by Alex Cox, who also wrote and directed Sid and Nancy, and wrote the screenplay for Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.  It's got a soundtrack featuring names like Iggy Pop, Black Flag and The Circle Jerks.  It has Emilio Estevez in it, and I recognized one of the scenes from Timerider...

And then there are the quotes...there were too many good ones. You should probably just check out the site and read them all for yourself. But here are a couple.

Miner: You gonna give me my car, or do I gotta go to your house and shove your dog's head down the toilet?

Bud: Look at those assholes, ordinary fucking people. I hate 'em.

Miller: A lot o' people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch o' unconnected incidents 'n things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice o' coincidence that lays on top o' everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a plate o' shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o' shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconciousness.
Otto: You eat a lot of acid, Miller, back in the hippie days?
Miller: I'll give you another instance: you know how everybody's into weirdness right now?...

In Summary:

metal hands on female feds
melting radioactivity bodies
watching people melt alive "god i love this job"

what about our relationship? - fuck that!

it's a time machine!

I deem it:
"The greatest sci-fi punk-rock 80's comedy ever made!"

or as mentalcritic says it:  "If you're into weirdness, this is the Holy Grail."