It's starts off with a down-and-out former usher gunning down movie-goers outside of the cinema he was recently fired from. His mass-murder is followed by his suicide and the soulless, on-scene media coverage. The hot female reporter's cameraman apparently has a strong moral stance against exploiting tragedy for news ratings and tells her to get a cab home (cuz apparently news camera guys call the shots). As she's trying to get a ride home, she comes across the owner of some kind of freakshow exhibit, where the highlight attraction is a jarred mutant with mind control capabilities. This causes her to visualize four pointless stories - the first one about a junkie who kills his dealer for a bag of dope, only to have a poodle run off with it, leading to a big, goofy chase. Second is about a dorky pizza delivery guy who is sent to a 'spooky' address full of hot, demonic nymphos. Third is the old gag involving a paralyzed-but-conscious person presumed dead on an autopsy slab. Fourth and final is about two gravediggers who are hired by a slutty widow to steal cemetery dirt for her ex-husband's swanky golf course. This obviously enrages the dead...
None of the segments are even the least bit clever or amusing. If I had to pick, I'd say the dirt dealers story was the best, but that's like picking a favorite hemorrhoid. It's all just so pointless and corny that I honestly can't even understand why/how this movie was ever made. And it's easily got the most idiotic wrap-around story ever used in an anthology flick. Terrible piece of shit movie.
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