Slime City, directed by Greg Lamberson, 1988
Synopsis: It's that age-old story -- boy meets girl, boy moves into crappy apartment complex, boy eats Himalayan yogurt that causes him to become possessed by a demonic cult leader, boy turns into a pus bag and kills people, boy loses girl.
My Thoughts: If I would've seen this sometime between ages of twelve and fifteen, there's a very good chance that Slime City would have wormed its slimy way right into my heart and become one of my favorite films. As an adult, I can recognize that Slime City's particular type of seedy, low-fi, gross-out horror would've felt like an illicit treat to my teenage self, but I'm sad to say that I think I've outgrown this kind of film.
That's not a knock on Slime City at all. It's a splatterpunk effects showcase, the product of a bygone era of VHS oddities that all seemed to be trying to one-up each other with who could tell the sickest joke. It feels like there's some kind of subtext going on in the movie, maybe about how city living will change you, but it's hard to get a grasp on its true purpose through all the dripping yellow slime.
Recommended If You Like:Frank Henenlotter films, Troma films, From Beyond, USA Up All Night, Street Trash