It’s cheesy, it’s sexy, it’s lovable…it’s horrible. It has sets made out of Fun Fur and more silliness than you can shake an $800 designer stick at. It’s the groovy 1968 Roger Vadim-directed sci-fi sex romp BARBARELLA, and if you haven’t seen it, I recommend you put on your best smoking jacket, shake a martini, kick back and enjoy the supersexy swinging saga that awaits.

After Hector and Dorena rip off their crystal meth supplier, they hide out in an abandoned house to cook up the stolen product. But before they can finish their batch and run off to the Caribbean, they descend into a speed-fueled world of paranoia and insanity. Is the decrepit house haunted by the ghost of a murdered young girl? Are their delusions real and assassins are lurking in the woods? Or are Hector and Dorena victims of drug-induced hallucinations?

I remember when I first learned of Peter Jackson’s perversely subversive, delightfully dissolute, pricelessly profligate MEET THE FEEBLES. I had never heard of the film or director Peter Jackson before, but after reading the VHS review in FANGORIA Magazine (I was a teenage reader back then) and seeing it billed as “The Muppets on acid,” I immediately started making phone calls to the video stores in my area.

Celebrating its 30th anniversary this summer, Lewis Teague’s ALLIGATOR is a brilliant example of the post-JAWS eco-horror subgenre where a natural threat becomes the enemy of the people. This was a successful and much-loved breed of cinema during the ’70s and early ’80s, as all matter of beasts preyed on mankind; from a bear in GRIZZLY to dogs in THE PACK to a killer whale in ORCA, Mother Nature running amok was a surefire way of getting in the crowds and pleasing horror fans everywhere.