Duane Bradley has a secret. He carries his deformed, half-aborted Siamese twin (with whom he shares a psychic connection) around with him in a basket as he goes around exacting revenge on the doctors that separated them. Plays like the fucked up cousin to Dead Ringers. Frank Henenlotter’s first feature, as he proves himself a master of schlock and gore following in the footsteps of the great (bad) Herschell Gordon Lewis. There’s no denying this is a shitty movie, but it’s a good shitty movie, if that makes any sense.
3 medical monstrosities out of 5
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“Where we’re going, we don’t need ________”
A) Mom’s permission. B) Roads. C) Pants.