Newlywed psychopaths flee from the Benway Home for the Criminally Insane (with absolutely no resistance) and spend their honeymoon killing various annoying people. They eventually befriend an elderly woman and help thwart the murderous plotting of her greedy son and his shrewish wife. Along the way we meet a hook-handed hitchhiker with about a dozen conspiracy theories, an Elvis channeling psychic, a lame-ass religious cult and we learn the value of coupons. This Ohio-made lunacy is a delightful low-budget regional odyssey featuring an abundance of lame (but oddly charming) humor, its very own title track and a tedious yet jumbled plot. There’s a shit-ton of heart and a severe lack of narrative control which is the perfect formula for bizarro goodness. Just sit back and let your brain numb at the proper pace.
Monday, January 5, 2026
Road Meat (1987) (USA)
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Newlywed psychopaths flee from the Benway Home for the Criminally Insane (with absolutely no resistance) and spend their honeymoon killing various annoying people. They eventually befriend an elderly woman and help thwart the murderous plotting of her greedy son and his shrewish wife. Along the way we meet a hook-handed hitchhiker with about a dozen conspiracy theories, an Elvis channeling psychic, a lame-ass religious cult and we learn the value of coupons. This Ohio-made lunacy is a delightful low-budget regional odyssey featuring an abundance of lame (but oddly charming) humor, its very own title track and a tedious yet jumbled plot. There’s a shit-ton of heart and a severe lack of narrative control which is the perfect formula for bizarro goodness. Just sit back and let your brain numb at the proper pace.
Newlywed psychopaths flee from the Benway Home for the Criminally Insane (with absolutely no resistance) and spend their honeymoon killing various annoying people. They eventually befriend an elderly woman and help thwart the murderous plotting of her greedy son and his shrewish wife. Along the way we meet a hook-handed hitchhiker with about a dozen conspiracy theories, an Elvis channeling psychic, a lame-ass religious cult and we learn the value of coupons. This Ohio-made lunacy is a delightful low-budget regional odyssey featuring an abundance of lame (but oddly charming) humor, its very own title track and a tedious yet jumbled plot. There’s a shit-ton of heart and a severe lack of narrative control which is the perfect formula for bizarro goodness. Just sit back and let your brain numb at the proper pace.
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