Cleverly and wittily written, this movie is an obvious homage to an art form better left buried in the annals of the past. Hamilton pokes fun the way a necromancer pokes at a cadaver, trying to bring life back to the "B" horror and sci-fi movies that were soooo last century. Last mid-century, to be perfectly clear. Not only does this poisonous little barb of a movie keep the genre entombed, it also breathes fresh life into the modern day spoof, making use of the funniest antics to do so.
Part "The Lost Saucer", part Rocky Horror--one is tempted to add this dramedy of bad acting and cheap set decor to the short list of cult classics. So don the spandex, wrap your car in tin foil and bring your own package of tortillas...no one's ever lost an eye to unleavened bread.
