Although I love crummy B-movies, I generally have a very low level of tolerance for homemade, amateur horror flicks put together by a bunch of drunken buddies that use a handheld video camera and everything they can find around the house for special effects.
In the case of "Weasels Rip my Flesh", I do have to express a minimum of respect and admiration for Nathan Schiff. Don't know if it's true, but allegedly he was only 16 years old when he mobilized his family members, friends and neighborhood volunteers to help by appearing in his big film-project! Schiff's obvious enthusiasm, and maybe the imaginative title, are the only positive things I can think of, though. Fortunately, the plot synopsis is carefully described here on the IMDb-page, because I didn't understand one iota of what was happening on the screen. The first couple of minutes simply contain images of treetops. Then, a pencil (which is supposed to be a rocket ship) crashes into a pond (which is supposed to be the ocean) and loses its cargo of toxic waste. Interesting, I didn't know earth imported or exported toxic waste into space! Two young kids pour a can of infected water into a weasel's hole and the critter subsequently turns into a humongous killing machine. At least, the title wants us to believe it's a weasel, but I can honestly swear I never saw one. I think Schiff used his childhood teddy bear to transform into a monstrous creature, or something. The first quarter of "Weasels Rip my Flesh" is inept and very bizarre, but, trust me, it's the most entertaining part of the entire film by far. After that, there a bloke with a hideous moustache pretending to be a police officer on the lookout of the two missing boys, but he ends up in the shed of a weirdo in a jumpsuit who pretends to be a mad scientist. It's truly boring from here, and I honestly could bring myself to listen to their endless talking, atrocious acting and monotonous body language. The only remaining moment that woke me up from my comatose state was a hilariously random shark-attack sequence during the finale.
Nathan Schiff made two other films before vanishing and ending up as a footnote in exploitation/cult horror history. "Long Island Cannibal Massacre" (1980) is also lousy amateur guff, but at least a progression curve is noticeable. I haven't seen "They Don't Cut The Grass Anymore" (1985) yet.
In the case of "Weasels Rip my Flesh", I do have to express a minimum of respect and admiration for Nathan Schiff. Don't know if it's true, but allegedly he was only 16 years old when he mobilized his family members, friends and neighborhood volunteers to help by appearing in his big film-project! Schiff's obvious enthusiasm, and maybe the imaginative title, are the only positive things I can think of, though. Fortunately, the plot synopsis is carefully described here on the IMDb-page, because I didn't understand one iota of what was happening on the screen. The first couple of minutes simply contain images of treetops. Then, a pencil (which is supposed to be a rocket ship) crashes into a pond (which is supposed to be the ocean) and loses its cargo of toxic waste. Interesting, I didn't know earth imported or exported toxic waste into space! Two young kids pour a can of infected water into a weasel's hole and the critter subsequently turns into a humongous killing machine. At least, the title wants us to believe it's a weasel, but I can honestly swear I never saw one. I think Schiff used his childhood teddy bear to transform into a monstrous creature, or something. The first quarter of "Weasels Rip my Flesh" is inept and very bizarre, but, trust me, it's the most entertaining part of the entire film by far. After that, there a bloke with a hideous moustache pretending to be a police officer on the lookout of the two missing boys, but he ends up in the shed of a weirdo in a jumpsuit who pretends to be a mad scientist. It's truly boring from here, and I honestly could bring myself to listen to their endless talking, atrocious acting and monotonous body language. The only remaining moment that woke me up from my comatose state was a hilariously random shark-attack sequence during the finale.
Nathan Schiff made two other films before vanishing and ending up as a footnote in exploitation/cult horror history. "Long Island Cannibal Massacre" (1980) is also lousy amateur guff, but at least a progression curve is noticeable. I haven't seen "They Don't Cut The Grass Anymore" (1985) yet.