Who doesn’t like a good 90’s gross-out Ozploitation body horror film…am I right?! 1993’s Body Melt weaves several tales of an experimental health drug and the gooey side effects it has for the unknowing test subjects of a quaint suburban cul-de-sac. Fret not, the residents aren’t particularly sympathetic, so it’s ok to take joy in their gory demises. Director Philip Brophy’s faux-anthology story takes a satirical stab at the consumerization of personal health, among other themes, that feels scatterbrained for the first half of the film but finds a pace and a unity in its tone, melding Cronenberg with splatstick of early Peter Jackson. This is a weird one…I’m not going to lie, but if you enjoy the aforementioned directors, you will love this over the top film that has brains to spare.
