One of the more aptly named films I can think of. It is also a very simple and cheaply executed cult film that spawned a pair of sequels during the ‘90’s. Almost Cronenbergian in parts, the film delivers enough blood and creature carnage to make the midnight movie crowd happy as well as drops a few jaws of the everyday person.
Duane carries his twin brother around in a picnic basket after a group of evil doctors separated them. The twin, basically a head with arms, was thrown out with the trash and left to die. Duane found his brother, being able to communicate telepathically, and saved his life. The movie recounts their journey of exacting revenge on the doctors and society at large who are unwelcoming of the freak. There is not shortage of face grabbing, blood spewing, scalpel stabbing, and stop-motion creaturing, in the 1982 film. It is no surprise that the film’s lasting status suggested a modern remake. (yet to be seen)
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