Seymour Krelborn is a nerdy orphan working at Mushnik's, a flower shop in urban Skid Row. He harbors a crush on fellow co-worker Audrey Fulquard, and is berated by Mr. Mushnik daily. One day as Seymour is seeking a new mysterious plant, he finds a very mysterious unidentified plant which he calls Audrey II. The plant seems to have a craving for blood and soon begins to sing for his supper. Soon enough, Seymour feeds Audrey's sadistic dentist boyfriend to the plant and later, Mushnik for witnessing the death of Audrey's ex. Will Audrey II take over the world or will Seymour and Audrey defeat it? Written by
Only movie in which comedy legends Steve Martin and Bill Murray appear together. See more »
The film is set in the early-'60s however at least two cars of later production are seen: the taxi that passes Seymour as he walks to the market during "Da-Doo" is a 1974 Checker, and a 1968 Volkswagen Beetle is seen driving past Mushnik when he leaves his store. See more »
On the twenty-third day of the month of September, in an early year of a decade not too long before our own, the human race suddenly encountered a deadly threat to its very existence. And this terrifying enemy surfaced, as such enemies often do, in the seemingly most innocent and unlikely of places...
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"Special Thanks" are given to Paul Dooley, because his scenes as Patrick Martin were cut and re-cast with Jim Belushi. Dooley's scenes are restored for the Director's cut, and consequently Belushi gets the "Special Thanks" instead. See more »
I am just so gauche. Forgive me, was that a song by a girlfriend beating, sadistic dentist on a motorcycle to a catchy Elvis tune supposed to be funny? How about one pushing a grandma off a cliff to a Lady GaGa tune? Do lyrics even matter anymore? Yes, another nice song about, how because downtown is awful and dangerous, apparently we are morally justified in doing just about anything to anybody? Ellen Greene's voice sounds like the slow strangulation of a cat; I understand it is supposed to provide moral justification for Martin whaling on her but, no, believe it or not it is still wrong. What do you expect from the man who featured the rape of a hot blond by a lonely, giant maggot in Galaxy Of Terror? Can I say something? The more of your movies I watch the more motion lights and weapons I am buying. Who is our hero in this film: The pathetic, acne covered geek who could not get action in a bordello? The girlfriend beating, sadistic dentist? The greedy, cruel florist? See, if all of your characters are loathsome swine, believe it or not, it makes your movie a pile of poop. What is with the traveling chorus, is this Sophocles?
The movie is not bad; the movie is disturbing. I love when Miss Piggy decides to spare Seymour from killing Martin; later, he feeds Mushnick to the plant. We are treated to the shadows of him dismembering him in the back alley. Look, Yoda, if you are going depraved on us try not to P out OK? Crappy it is, run from the theater you should. What was the point with Martin? The film is not funny; the movie is revolting and repulsive. Some times being a philosopher here is such a task: depravity set to catchy music is still depravity. Everyone in the movie, including the cat screecher, is a loser or a depraved maniac. Who gives a crap about any of them? I am supposed to sympathize with Seymour? He is our hero? The murdering, acne covered dweeb?
Look, Oz sucks as a director, all of his pictures stink. After this, he made Dirty Rotten Scoundrels which also was not funny. Young people, this opened in the back of a ten theater multiplex, within two weeks the movie was gone forever. My brother and I had never seen a new movie open in that small of a theater; it is obvious that the manager had screened it before the opening. It is not funny; it is fruity and freaky. It bespeaks a mind desperately in need of high voltage liberally applied to the cerebrum. Bill Murray makes a cameo as a masochist seeking sexual satisfaction frequenting dentists like others do bars. Bring the kids. If you like woman beating, dismemberment, cat strangling singing, and mass murder; hey, this is the film for you. Yes, when I saw his giant maggot ripping that woman's clothes off and sliming her; then use your imagination, the first thought was he ought to make a musical. What a genius!!
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