This ultra-low-budget grade-Z
classic is the story of a sensitive health spa mop-boy, the
mutant offspring of Jerry Lewis, who gets tricked into dressing
in a pink tutu by four yuppie hit-and-run drivers and then falls
into a vat of lime green nuclear waste, turns into a Mister
Potato Head, and rampages through the New Jersey metropolis of
Tromaville, ripping apart the street scum, until he falls in love
with a blind girl with huge breasts and goes on a campout.
Featuring some of the finest Jewish character actors in southern
Ohio, directed by the man who brought you "When Nature Calls,
You've Gotta Go," this is the drive-in "China Syndrome." Eight
breasts. Nineteen dead bodies. One motor vehicle chase, with
three explosions. Automotive pinball (dead Puerto Ricans count 30
points, children under 12 extra credit). Monster sex. Hiney
barbecue. Rear-wheel head crushing. Nautilus head slicing.
Gratuitous gay hairdressers. Tutu Fu. With Pat Ryan Jr. as the
beached-whale mayor who literally loses his guts on camera,
Andree Maranda as the blind bimbo, and Mitchell Cohen in the
title role. His best line: "I think I'm out of control; every day
I go out and I mash people and I tear them apart."
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