The puppet master, played by William Hickey (typecasted as a weird, old man; see: Mousehunt), commits suicide after realizing his puppets are alive and murderous. Before his death, he alerts a cohort of parapsychologists who comes to investigate. A lot of weird and unnecessary sex scenes ensue.
Puppetmaster is by no means a good movie. It was a straight-to-video release that amassed a cult following for its embodiment of shitty ‘80s horror. With glorious dialogue like “I’m kind of a magician, remember?” and puppets that are either so-bad-they’re-funny or truly unsettling, this film is cemented in the b-movie counterculture history whether we like it or not.
