God bless the mad genius that is Frank Henenlotter, who has given us such cult classics as "Basket Case", "Brain Damage", and "Frankenhooker". His ideas are often wonderfully wild and here they're particularly outrageous, and sexually charged. Here he puts his own spin on the romantic comedy by creating a genuine pair of outsiders as the couple destined to get together: Jennifer (Charlee Danielson) and Batz (Anthony Sneed). These two are total sexual freaks; she's desperately searching for sexual fulfilment and that extra special relationship, he's obliged to deal with an enormous mutated penis with which he can actually have conversations (sort of like Duane and Belial in "Basket Case"). If reading this synopsis hasn't already put you off, and in fact intrigues you, you're likely to love the in your face raunchiness and relentless crudeness that this movie delivers. It does get a little tedious at points but thankfully still comes through with some memorable scenes. It's just way too hysterical to watch the climactic action; it won't be spoiled here, but it's got to delight at least some of the trash fans watching. And on the way to that bit of insanity, we're treated to as much nudity as viewers can want, in addition to the ridiculous sight of models wearing vagina masks (you read that correctly). Subtle this movie is not, but it is damned good fun. Leads Danielson and Sneed are incredibly sincere, and Danielson remains an entertaining performer to watch, as she provides narration and even does a bit of fourth wall breaking. Henenlotter fans will also appreciate the brief appearance of his longtime collaborator, actress Beverly Bonner. Gabe Bartalos's special effects are priceless, guaranteed to keep the audience in stitches. Overall, some viewers can see this as immature, yes, but its wacky sensibility is something sadly missing from a lot of more mainstream comedies. Eight out of 10.

Given the synopsis of this movie, I just knew that this was going to be one of those movies. You know the kind, the cheesy horror movie that is generically bad. But I still decided to sit down to watch it, as it could have a snowballs chance in Hell of being a good movie...

...it wasn't! This movie was not the most captivating or innovating of story lines, and I must admit that my focus drifted away from the movie shortly after it had started. I think that I managed to endure perhaps around 30 minutes of this ordeal before I gave up on watching anything more out of sheer and utter boredom.

The characters in the movie were one-dimensional and didn't really have any screen charisma, and it was characters that you didn't care about or invest any attachment to. And having such cardboard characters milling about didn't really help the weak script one bit.

I wonder what made writers Frank Henenlotter and R.A. The Rugged Man come up with such a script. Perhaps it was one of those scenarios where it worked out nicely on paper, but transferred poorly to the screen.

"Bad Biology" is a movie that I have no intentions of returning to finishing watching at any point. It just failed to thrill and entertainment, and as such, then my rating of "Bad Biology" is a mere 2 out of 10 stars. There are worse movies out there, for sure, but this one is a contender for the top listed.

In the late 80s, cult horror auteur Frank Henenlotter got a bad case of sequelitis, churning out two follow-ups to his low-budget masterpiece of splatter Basket Case in quick succession. Then he virtually disappeared.

Now, after a sixteen year hiatus from movie directing, he's finally back with something original—and my god, do I mean original!! Opening with the amazing line 'I was born with seven clits', the latest offering from Henenlotter is completely insane from the word go—a fabulously fun and filthy farrago of sordid sex, crazy violence and insatiable, self-conscious genitalia that is without a doubt the director's sleaziest effort so far.

Charlee Danielson plays Jennifer, the owner of the aforementioned multi-buttoned beaver, whose bizarre biology causes her to feed on orgasms and give birth to partially-formed mutant babies just two hours after sex. Understandably a little unbalanced, Jennifer has developed an uncontrollable rage that sometimes results in the death of her sexual partners. What she really needs is someone equipped to fully satisfy her urges... someone like Batz (Anthony Sneed) whose penis has grown to massive proportions after being repeatedly injected with a cocktail of drugs (many of which were designed for use on farm animals!).

Obviously, with a demented plot like that, Bad Biology is aimed at those discerning movie lovers who enjoy their entertainment 'out-there', and they will definitely not be disappointed: Henenlotter's bonkers script sees Jennifer enthusiastically work her way through several lovers, leave her screaming new born babies abandoned in the trash, and bash in one poor guy's head with a bedside lamp, pausing occasionally to apologise for her behaviour. Meanwhile, Batz wrestles with his prehensile member, tries to score obscure drugs from a local dealer, straps himself into a massive piston-driven sex toy for some fun, and causes a hooker to go into a never-ending spasm of pleasure. Eventually, his member detaches itself to go in search of action on its own, before locating Jennifer and allowing her to experience a state of rapture.

Given the bizarre nature of his films, Henenlotter has always had to fund his own work, and unfortunately, this time around, the lack of cash is obvious, with the film having a nasty, cheap look to it (despite reportedly being shot on 35mm film),and a cast who could do with a few more acting lessons. Other than that, however, the film is just too weird not to love: Gabe Bartalos, the man who made Henenlotter's lovable creatures Belial and Aylmer, is once again responsible for some rather shonky creations, including Jennifer's mutant snatch and Batz's thrashing schlong, but somehow the naffness of the effects only makes them more endearing (hell, I've almost forgiven the man for directing Skinned Deep); there's wall-to-wall nudity from a bevy of fit women (including a photo-shoot featuring topless models wearing vagina masks); and the film ends with the birth of a walking penis baby!! Now don't tell me that hasn't piqued your interest...