The Cigarette Burns film club run by Josh Saco has certainly made its mark on the London scene in the past few years with a number of original and exciting screenings. Tonight's presentation should not disappoint those in search of archetypal late-night film fare, a classic piece of 80s US exploitation cinema.
Chicago Reader review:
The movie is a unique snapshot of its times, when bad-taste humor intersected with Reagan-era loathing of the poor. The owner of a skid-row liquor store uncovers an ancient case of hooch called Viper and sells it for a buck a bottle to the bums who congregate around a nearby junkyard; when they drink it, their flesh melts into puddles of multicolored (but mostly blue) goo. Muro serves up a smorgasbord of smut, gross-out gags, and grisly special effects, with politically incorrect digs at blacks, women. the disabled, Vietnam vets, and of course the destitute. There's something to offend everyone, though the perversity can be inspired: puckish oboe music accompanies a scene of a woman being crushed by her horny, 300-pound boss, and the score turns to jolly barrelhouse rock 'n' roll as a bum chases around a junkyard after his severed penis, which is being tossed back and forth by his guffawing buddies.
JR Jones
Here (and above) is the trailer.
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