Show this one to your friends….and they’ll assume you lost your mind!

Hello and welcome to another edition of my ‘You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet’ series.  This series of reviews are NOT for the greatest films in movie history but is a celebration of the strangest films out there.  Some of these selections are exceptionally good, some are exceptionally bad—but all of them are memorable!  And, as always, feel free to suggest titles to me—I’m always on the lookout for more of these treasures!

I will freely admit that Monsturd is a horrible film.  After all, it IS called Monsturd!  However, I assume that the folks who made this pile of crap, Rick Popko and Dan West, WANTED TO MAKE A TERRIBLE FILM!  In many ways, this reminds me of Attack of the Killer Tomatoes—a deliberately bad but enjoyable ultra-low budget film.   Because of this, although the film is bad, it’s watchably bad!

As the title would suggest, this film is about a monster made out of excrement.  When the film begins, a mad scientist and his assistant pour a glowing concoction into the sewers and soon it grows into a ridiculous creature that runs about killing the generally dumb locals.  To protect this town is perhaps the dumbest (and funniest) police force in film history.  The only one who isn’t totally clueless is the Sheriff.  And, with help from an FBI agent, they take on this creature in order to save humanity at the big annual Chili Cook-Off!  How they accomplish this is simply amazing…and not in a brilliant way but in a ‘what were they smoking when they made this film?’ sort of way!

Be forewarned.  This is a disgusting and deliberately offensive movie.  In fact, Popko and West seem to try very, very hard to make it this way.  I could repeat some of the dialog and the name given to the monster, but I don’t think the editor of Influx would appreciate that!  Suffice to say, the film contains tons of scatological terms, tons of (hopefully) fake poo, tons of vomit and it never tries to be subtle or anything more than a stupid and often vulgar low-budget film.  And, I can appreciate that.  It’s certainly NOT a film to show your mother, your kids, Father Flannigan or even your pets.  But it does have ‘Guilty Pleasure’ written all over it if you are a bad movie freak.  I have a rather high tolerance for dreck and this one manages to be horrible but funny at the same time.  Some of the best scenes involve the cops—and you just have to see them to believe  them!  A truly memorable film…

Martin’s Grade: F

Article by Lead Entertainment Writer & Film Critic, Martin Hafer