Biohazard |
  • USA • 1985 • 84m •   • Directed by: Fred Olen Ray. • Starring: Aldo Ray, Angelique Pettyjohn, William Fair, David O'Hara, Frank McDonald, Art Payton, Charles Roth, Carroll Borland, Richard Hench, Loren Crabtree, George Randall, Brad Arrington, Ray Lawrence. • Music by: Drew Neumann, Eric Rasmussen.      After a scientific experiment goes awry, a deadly alien manages to break through into our dimension, and it is up to a few brave humans to track down the deadly beast and it's human cohort in order to destroy it before it is too late.
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Biohazard, Ray's fifth movie, is a low-budget piece of Earth-bound sci-fi schlock of the type that clogged the lower shelves of video rental shops in the '80s: badly written, poorly acted, with unconvincing special effects, and only really good for a few unintentional giggles if the latest Arnie or Stallone film wasn't available.
The Alien-inspired premise for Biohazard sees a U.S. military scientist using the psychic abilities of his assistant Lisa (Angelique Pettyjohn) to pull objects from other dimensions. The experiment goes awry, however, when Lisa's latest inter-dimensional acquisition turns out to be an extremely vicious creature. What makes this film particularly funny is that the monster is played by the director's five-year-old son Christopher in a crappy rubber costume, meaning that it's about three-and-a-half feet tall and not in the slightest bit scary.
As the diminutive alien runs around the desert killing everyone it meets (which at least results in some cheap and cheerful gore), heroic military man Mitchell Carter (William Fair) and Lisa try to track it down, pausing only for a quick fumble on Lisa's couch (which allows Pettyjohn to free her impressive puppies). Olen Ray pads out his film with assorted characters whose only purpose is to be killed, including several hobos, the town drunk and his wife, and a guy called Roger (Richard Hench), whose busty blonde wife Jenny (Loren Crabtree) just so happens to be taking a bath. Unfortunately, there's quite a lot of filler in the form of dull conversation as well.
Like the films of fellow trashmeister Jim Wynorski, Biohazard isn't intended to be any kind of masterpiece - which is good, 'cos it's not, as evidenced by a very silly ending that shows that Ray had no idea how to wrap things up in a satisfactory manner. Still, the sight of Pettyjohn tearing open her breasts and head to reveal that she is a monster is wonderfully wacky, and the end-credits out-takes are quite fun.
Review by BA_Harrison from the Internet Movie Database.
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