It’s says something about a movie when, over a decade after having watched it, you still count it among the worst cheesy films you’ve ever seen. What happened you ask? This: It was Lollapalloza 1994. In Phoenix. Did my genius music lovin’ friends and I bring plenty of water? No. We were melting, but, lo and behold! An air conditiond tent! Praise Jeebus, we are saved! No, it was not to be, for in that air conditioned tent we saw the beginning of this dubious film. We walked out after X licked his hand.
Oh, but could we stay away? Could we live with wondering what we might have seen if we had only stayed to watch the rest of the movie? Not a chance. Months later, what did we see at the video store, available for rent? Yeah, we watched it. And watched it again. So, so bad, but worth watching for the token apperance by Perry Farrell.
CONSUME AT YOUROWNRISK!