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At a party among friends, Frannie (Richard Crystal) sings a song, then
somebody tears off his hairpiece. Frannie is shocked and runs off into the
night. Everybody goes after him to calm him down and get him bafk,
everybody but three women. A short time later, Frannie does come back, and
burns the three women in the fireplace - in a scene that looks nothing
short of hilarious ... now not that I would condone such a behaviour, but
just picture it, a rather scrawny bald man (with his bald head being not
very convincing) shoving three women into the fireplace - priceless.
Later, Zipkin (Zalman King) comes back too, and finds the three burning
women, and Frannie totally out of his mind. Eventually, he pushes Frannie
in front of a truck - and is soon on the run, suspected of not only
killing Franni (which was self-defense, but he cannot prove it, but also
the three women (which he didn't).
Only his girlfriend Alicia (Deborah Winters) believes that he is
innocent and not only helps him to escape but also helps him investigate
what had really been going on ... and all the while, more people turn bald
and start killing their loved ones, and somehow the investigating
detective (Charles Seibert) manages to alöways put the blame on Zipkin.
Eventually, Zipkin finds out the truth: 10 years ago the now popular
and campaigning politician Ed Flemming (Mark Goddard) has sold some cut
LSD called Blue Sunshine to a few highschool kids, and Blue Sunshine seems
to have aftereffects including hairloss and killing your loved ones (or
anybody else, for that matter).
Nothing much happens until the finale, where Ed Flemmings helper Wayne
(Ray Young) is going berserk while campaigning in a shopping mall - but of
course, Zipkin can stop him with a gun he has freshly bought.
The whole showdown is set up by Frank Sinatra and Barbara Streisand as
hand puppets, but don't ask why !
There are many films that have undeservedly become cult classics (and
quite a few that have undeservedly not), but this one really takes the
cake. The plot's just stupid, the monsters are nothing short of hilarious,
Zalman King's pseudo-method performance is nothing short of awful and has
nothing to do with the film (thank god he has since as good as given up
acting ... but unfortunately started writing [9 1/2 Weeks] and
directing [Wild Orchid]), and what were the Frank Sinatra- and
Barbara Streisand-handpuppets dointg there ?
Have I now made it sound like so-bad-it's-good ? Well, it isn't even
that.
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