From the "Cheap VHS knockoff? How dare you, madame! I never...eh. Yeah, you got me" department:
How many halves does this thing in the pit have, exactly?
From the Holy Fucking Shit, I Need To See This Movie RIGHT NOW Department:
Eh. You oughta see what's living inside my George Foreman Grill! *ba-dum-tish*
"Take that, pool of blood-shaped woman!"
Please tell me I'm not the only one who can see them- the visible invisible dead.
With that tagline, this movie could also be about farts. I am just saying.
The most frightening cover art ever? Is he a giant, or is she smurf-size?
This almost looks more irritating than anything else: "Quit fondling my face, bloody ape!"
Is this a now-live dead person having fun at a party, or is it a formerly-live person who died whilst having fun?
This cover for Body Shop is one of the greatest examples of the lurid nature of VHS box art. It goes without saying that the movies are rarely as hardcore as the box leads you to believe they are. Browsing the horror section in the video store back in the day was a head trip- everything was so seedy! It all felt forbidden and naughty, and if you dared to rent one of these puppies, surely you'd go mad with terror or your head would explode after witnessing all the depravity!
Umm, if this isn't the perfect companion piece to Killer Workout, I don't know what is. Does anyone own a drive-in?
What the hell is going on here, Endplay? "Gripping until the bizarre end- then it all falls apart and you'll be bored...to death!"