"It's a moebius strip of music! It goes nowhere, and it comes from nowhere!"
This movie is...strange.
To put it mildly. It is some bizarre fever dream of a film about some guy that looks like an Easter Island statue had a kid with Nic Cage, who ogles the wrong girl and gets hypnotised by her sister the fortune teller to kill people, and once her minions escape and kill the fortune teller, he runs around a beach for ten minutes until a cop shoots him. Bzuh? Where's the zombies? Where's the not living? Well ok, they DIE, but they stay kinda dead.
Just a mess. And the music and dancing. Wall to wall dancing. This movie is WAY too musical for a horror film. And not in the good Little Shop of Horrors way.
Once Jerry has a nightmare, and it somehow outdoes even the weird shit this movie already has spewing forth from it, and Tom has a great freakout. Possibly the best part of this as he cowers behind his chair for the whole thing and just occasionally whimpering in pain and terror while Mike and Crow continue to quip.
Such a strange, strange movie.
Oh hey, a carnival.