by USF in New Film on Saturday 5 November 2011

My friends recently introduced me to this holy grail of profane, late-80s cinematic schlock. About 75 percent of the shots are lit like the cover to the new M83 album, and the story follows a young man who becomes addicted to a parasitic alien phallus that speaks and sings to him in a weirdly dignified accent (when he isn’t injecting electrified liquid into his brain or devouring the grey matter of punk wastrels). It’s like young Cronenberg on coke and psilocybin.