Those damn alien bastards again! An extra-terrestrial fast-food business has a plan that will finally help to put all its competitors behind it - secure the market for the newest exotic delicacy, human meat.
Alas, aliens have a food safety authority, too, so our food-producing friends first have to deliver some samples. And what better place to get them than in a small New Zealand town?
As it turns out, New Zealand isn't as helpless as one might think. A shadowy figure sends The Boys in, a quartet of deranged proles who will teach us a lot about alien and human anatomy and especially bodily fluids.
Ah, the classics. A young Peter Jackson (acting, writing, directing, editing, special effects, producing) and a bunch of friends created one of the best backyard splatter comedies I know.
Bad Taste is one of those films that really shows how little of an excuse for the quality of a movie a non-existent budget is. The important thing is creativity and the ability to work with and not against the deficits of your production. You have no real actors? Then don't try to make them act out psychological nuances. Instead go for overdrawn loonies.
You have to draw the shooting of your movie out over a long time? Replace continuity with tempo, deepness with broadness.
Of course it helps when some people involved in the movie are as rawly talented as they are enthusiastic.
And of course it helps even more when you are able to make your film into a living Warner Brothers cartoon with added gore.
And you might just get me to laugh hysterically at everything in your film that is meant to be funny.
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