A mind-numbingly unfunny and inept attempt at sketch comedy from the director responsible for the Psychotronic Man, and featuring Forrest Tucker in his final screen appearance - the poor man definitely deserved better. Interminable parodies of Donahue, low-budget horror films and late-night news programmes are interspersed with dreadful spoof advertisements, punchline-free quickies and abandoned sketch ideas trading in humour so remorselessly lowbrow and unambitious, even a slow ten-year-old would consider it an insult to his intelligence. The nadir is reached with a string quartet whose clothes are accidentally torn off as they screech and scrape their way through an arrangement of the film's (terrible) theme song, revealing some of the ugliest naked bodies ever committed to celluloid. If you enjoyed the Groove Tube, Tunnel Vision or the Kentucky Fried Movie, simply watch any of those films again - spare yourself the time and trouble of tracking down this deservedly obscure stinker.