Earth's feathered champion is a visitor from outer space who looks decidedly like a walking, talking, beer guzzling duck.

Radioactive calamari aliens, levitating glowing cars, and Emilio Estevez. Just a typical night in L.A.

The threat of 1980s demonically posessed heavy metal musician who hunts down a bunch of coed partygoers should have been far more promising if not directed by David DeCoteau.

Foreign rights to "Half Human" reverted back to Toho a few years back, and a statement from the studio at that time indicated it had no intention of selling them again. The film was the first of the studio's to fall at the hands of lobbying organizations, due to its unsettling depiction of indigenous Japanese peoples.

SideOrderOfNinjas reviews "Mind Warp" where a girl is thrown out of her idyllic virtual reality lifestyle and has to learn to survive the real world with Bruce Campbell. If that's not enough, she also has to battle the Phantasm's Tall Man.

Remember Phoebe Cates' swimsuit scene in "Fast Times at Ridgemont High?" Replace her with a dude. Doesn't seem right. Does it? Welcome to the mildly homoerotic world of David DeCoteau and his films.

The story by comic book author Arnold Drake is pure pulpy B-movie goodness that reminds of Roger Corman's a-thrill-a-minute model. His taut script works very well, moving the frequent action along at a swift tempo and keeping the dialogue between the creature moments lively.

Halfway through this film I began to wonder just how many times the characters said "f**k." Come to think of it, "f**k" sums up my feelings nicely.

Meg Tilly stays the night in a mausoleum where a dead psychic brain vampire is performing a Laser light Floyd show and using corpses for puppets. Hey that's showbiz for ya.

This is a horribly incoherent film, and it has way too much plaid (way too much), but the stop motion monsters are fun to watch.

...Unfortunately the scientists don't have any better ideas, and their horrible scheme to control Mega Shark and Giant Octopus by using pheromones to bait them into hugely populated areas - San Francisco and Tokyo in this case - are put into action.

I could sum up "Sins of the Fleshapoids" with three letters and one question mark. This film is an artsy and avant-garde mess, and it hurt me.

Salazar and Portillo look to have realized early on that any sort of plot was utterly perfunctory and the Salazar's script wastes no time setting itself up, taking the research team from their meeting at the University, to the plane, to their crash landing on the island in under seven minutes.

A scientist accidentally creates icky brain-eating monsters that menace a Canadian town and nearby U.S. military base.

A gang of vicious ladies beat up helpless men and terrorize Dairy Queens and local roller rinks...It's like my junior highschool all over again.

It's fun to finally see a throwback to the exploitation of the 70's and 80's that isn't based directly on a studio property. SNOW offers a number of truly original gore highlights - a snowmobile used as a multi-tool of dismemberment, a thrilling cliff-side battle at the end of a small intestine, and even a disemboweling seen through the eyes of the victim...

This is a strange 1975 Shaw Brothers movie that contains no kung fu, but a heaping helping of booty-flavored rice balls.

After defending the research station from the attacks of a plant monster and a turdy-looking beast with drill bits for hands, rescuing some children in distress, and a few other requisite action setups, Inframan hauls off to the lair of the demon princess to settle things once and for all.

Charles Bronson turns into a fruit vigilante avenging his wrath on a mofia of gallagher impersonators.

There are films that sound good but suck, cheap flicks that are imitations of better efforts, and plain old bad movies, and then there are movies that are so incredibly awful that you ask, "What were these idiots thinking?"

The musical chronicle of an East German glam rocker whose botched sex change operation left her not quite a he, nor a she.