Troma movies are rarely praised for their acting, but you would be hard pushed to find a performance in their entire back catalogue of B-movie trash quite as terrible and as grating on the nerves as Joe Niola's Igor, who is the biggest lunatic in this virtually unwatchable mess of a film. Niola plays the youngest and most violent member of a Manson-like cult led by self-proclaimed messiah Paul (T.J. Glenn), and his screeching and grimacing is so irritating that you'll be longing for him to suffer, which he does, but not nearly soon enough. Worst of all, despite finally getting a blade in the head and a crossbow bolt through the skull, the raving dolt returns for a ridiculous epilogue that shows him alive and well (and still behaving like Bobcat Goldthwait on acid!).
Not that any of the other members of the cast in this dreadful film are much better: this is one hell of an amateurish effort with poor performances from almost all involved, the whole experience made even more painful by terrible direction and editing from W.J. Parolini working from a script that is all over the place (or maybe not working from a script at all!). Admittedly, the film is nasty in concept at times, with many vicious killings, which might appeal to splatter fans, but it's all done on the cheap, the result being laughable instead of disturbing (Parolini is so proud of one death scene—a shop mannequin being sliced in half by a huge rotary saw—that he shows it three times).
Perhaps the worst thing about the whole film is that it is boring. Movies like this often prove entertaining thanks to their sheer ineptitude, but that's not the case here. Igor and the Lunatics will test the patience of even the most avid viewers of crap cinema (even die-hard Troma fans).
Not that any of the other members of the cast in this dreadful film are much better: this is one hell of an amateurish effort with poor performances from almost all involved, the whole experience made even more painful by terrible direction and editing from W.J. Parolini working from a script that is all over the place (or maybe not working from a script at all!). Admittedly, the film is nasty in concept at times, with many vicious killings, which might appeal to splatter fans, but it's all done on the cheap, the result being laughable instead of disturbing (Parolini is so proud of one death scene—a shop mannequin being sliced in half by a huge rotary saw—that he shows it three times).
Perhaps the worst thing about the whole film is that it is boring. Movies like this often prove entertaining thanks to their sheer ineptitude, but that's not the case here. Igor and the Lunatics will test the patience of even the most avid viewers of crap cinema (even die-hard Troma fans).