Tales of terror from SOV garbage auteur Damian Bishop (the brain behind the wonderful fever dream E.T. and the Hooker Go to Space) has a dude with a digitally altered voice and a cool-as-fuck Devil mask introducing us to the trio of nightmare scenarios. Up first is The Lovedoll and we follow the annoying shenanigans of some dope-heads as they score some Satan-hippie drugs from a crooked cop. After some hilarious drug abuse, the addicts are paid a visit by the blow-up doll the drugs were smuggled in. Their friend’s head is exploded by the rubber nightmare and they’re a little too fucked out of their gourds to do much of anything to stay alive. As much as I’m not a fan of sober people acting high, it’s still the right amount of weird and garbage that Mr. Bishop is known for. Popcorn follows and it’s the name given to a young couple’s newly arrived pet bird. The husband has some issues since his return from Kuwait. The avian verbally and physically assaults the wife but the husband doesn’t think the little bastard can do any wrong. The wife worries about how much time her husband is spending with the new pet and the bird and man seem to be assimilating as Johnny’s mind deteriorates. It ends in tragedy and is somehow disturbing even though it involves an immobile dollar-store bird putting on a goofy voice and whispering horrible things to its owner. You can blame it on the off-putting sound design and zero-budget aesthetic always prevalent in the Dungeon Entertainment catalogue. Last up is Fat Gas, where a new guy’s first shift at a gas station under the tutelage of a burnt out old pro gets weird when he hears a voice from a drain in the back room telling him that it requires flesh and bone. It also spews black smoke, so that’s not good. They begin feeding customers to whatever the hell is residing in the drain. Wigs, fake backdrops and a shit-ton of laughter compliments the ad-libbed dialogue and absence of human behavior. More low-fi weirdness that feels like half-formed thoughts you had while reading the journal of someone who was in the end stages of neurosyphilis.
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