Another post, another classic slice of 80s horror cheese that I grew up on. I have a fond memory of watching this at a Halloween sleep over party when I was maybe six years old (after we had finished Creepshow and were all subsequently terrified of cockroaches for years to come). As odd and homoerotic as it might sound the main image I remembered was the fat guy mooning people out the window of his car. I saw it again properly years later as a teenager and loved it, the punk rock aesthetic (look at all those amazing hardcore band stickers on their boom box!) the back and forth between goofy and serious tones, Linnea Quigley at her absolute hottest, some decent gore and a killer soundtrack and setting. And that ending! Right out of left fucking field man, but fantastic. Left my pal and I with a big dumb grin on our faces when we saw it. Since then this has become a favorite and a staple with my best friend and I, and we'll usually find the time to throw it on once a year around Halloween and just get obliterated to it like we used to. And of course, gotta mention Angela's dance scene. Stigmata Martyr by Bauhaus was such a perfect choice and lends this menacing, dark feeling to the whole thing and the way she just twists her body around you really feel like this actress might be possessed. I think that scene may have even been my first introduction to Bauhaus' music, who have become a band I adore in the years since (In the Flat Field is a masterpiece of an album).