Schlocky n' trashy, but fun as hell late grindhouse-era film that may be pretty repetitive and unrefined, but is quite charming. Taking cues from H.G. Lewis and containing a grungy New York City atmosphere, the film often tells its narrative quite confidently-- such as the ease of the flashback scene around the hour mark-- and if it may not emote very well, it's quite a nifty late-night flick.
This movie is really growing on me. I was force to re watch this because it was claimed I did not give it a fair review during the first viewing. After watching it a second time I am finally beginning to see the campyness to this.... and it makes me want to Basket Case 2 and 3 now!
The production is raw to the point its charming, its 42nd Street location feels far more vivid than in more larger-scale stories, the actresses are unglamorous but more beautiful on screen, and Henenlotter’s mix of sympathetic characters with bizarre and ridiculous special effects and gross-out gore creates a film that, on a second viewing, is far more imaginative and interesting than more glossier horror films.