I love movies like this. I love movies where you know, you just know, someone made something so perfectly awesomely bad on purpose.
How, you ask, is it so awesomely bad?
Let’s take it step by step:
The super stealthy clown tracking method: Make your own bird dog animal balloon and have at it.
Okay, so these clowns like to um, mummify people in cotton candy, and they do it with this nifty cotton candyfier gun thingy..majig. Aren’t the special effects AMAZING?
Sally Jesse Raphael is totally pissed that her make-out session was totally interrupted by a bunch of jerks.
The clowns pose as pizza delivery men…
And as Candygram delivery men to sugar-mummify the local townies.
Death by shadow finger puppets!
The town’s mean, nasty, Jack Daniels drinkin’ cop meets a rather nasty end.
But that’s okay, because apparently, you kill clowns from outer space by blowing off their noses…which results in this:
The real fun in Killer Klowns is the cheese-factor. I’m sure you can already predict how it ends, all the movie cliches it contains, and probably would still be entertained by the rampant cheesiness of it all. It remains one of my favorite movies from the ’80’s, partially because it’s just so fricking ridiculous and low-brow that it makes me laugh to watch it with people who have never seen it before. There’s no use expounding on how awful it is, because it’s pretty much everything ever in this movie. It’s bad. It’s wrong. It is, however, funny – not in a normal way, but an “oh my god, someone actually made this movie” kind of way.
I’d kill to have been a fly on the wall when someone came up with the idea for this ridiculous movie. If you can’t gain fame for a good reason, I guess shooting for notoriety and infamy is pretty good, too. You can’t imagine that anyone that decided to make Killer Klowns From Outer Space has an even keel, if you know what I mean. (And I think you do).
A horribly awful movie, for sure, but one that’s so very entertaining.
May you run in syndication for many years to come