“You’re a very attractive girl, Lisa.”
I suppose this was a movie, in that it was a series of scenes spliced together, featuring people in front of a camera, occasionally doing things. The story, such as it is, concerns the titular nightbeast crash-landing in some un-named backwater (I’m going with Flanneltown, U.S.A. given the costume department’s predilection towards that fabric), vaporizing folks in a blaze of disco glitter with his laser, and a sex scene that couldn’t possibly be more unappealing or less titillating if the nightbeast himself reared his, uh…head. Look, one does not go in to a Troma-produced film expecting seamless special effects, actors who will one day be cross-examined by James Lipton, or even a basic level of competence, really. I would expect at least a modicum of internal consistency, though—our second major action sequence with the nightbeast takes place in broad daylight. One just can’t trust this movie.
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