This is one of those flicks that should be Troma, but isn't. You know, it's full of cheesy gore, fake acting and bad humor. It's also got a title and premise that, well, almost scares me that it's NOT Troma! I mean, this means there's more Troma out there than even Troma can put out! *Shiver* It all starts with a one-armed man, probably on the run from Harrison Ford, as he attempts to escape, then BLOWS AWAY, a woman with that crazy look in her eye. You know that look, the one they get right before they say "I saw you looking at that girl! You don't love me anymore!". This is followed by some VERY pathetic opening credits, and the theme music alone is enough to persuade me to condemn every suburb on Earth to the wrath of Satan's minions! Or worse, the Bee Gees! Well, it's just another day of infidelity, idiocy, voyeurism, gossip, bad acting and spousal abuse in the good ol' suburbs of America. Nothing out of the ordinary here... until the local moms suddenly get REALLY hungry to the point where they eat their own families, making them Flesh Eating Mothers (FEMs), and nothing short of a head-wound will stop them!... you know, just another day... if you live in Tromaville! But, again, I would like to refrain from the fact that, despite content, this is NOT a Troma flick. Anyway, it turns out that the mothers have gone wonka because of a strange STD, transmitted to them from the local stud they all sleep with. I don't know about hung, but the guy sure is HAIRY as a fucking horse! Basically, the local angst-ridden high schoolers look past their social differences, then team up to subdue their moms until their coroner pal can come up with a cure. Honestly, there were WAY too many heroes for me to care about any of them. Think of them as just the usual movie kids. There's the nerd, the fat unpopular chick who acts slutty to gain attention, the tough rebel guy, the jock, the other nerd, etc. See, it turns out that the whole thing came from the town's one-armed cop. When his wife slapped some down on the town gigolo, it just spread from there, affecting only the women (not to say that Studly was into guys too or anything, it's just a hunch), leading to our current cannibal riot. But, like I said, the coroner creates a cure and everyone lives happily ever after. Well, not EVERYone, because you see, the stud man's wife was never injected with the cure, so she wraps up the film by ripping the face off her Typhoid Marvin whore husband as a radio news report in the background informs us that the virus has become a nationwide epidemic... damn that hairy man-whore gets around! Like I said before, this walks, talks, and tastes like a Troma flick, but there's a difference from the preview paragraphs on the back and the final result plastered on the screen. Troma flicks are usually way more over-the-top and graphic, where this movie seemed to fall short, mainly because they seem to try making it into more of a George Romero "so close, yet so far" ending, rather than a shocking, "orgy of bloodbath proportions" finale that Troma has taught us to know and love. Some of the things that bugged the Hell out of me in this flick, storywise? Well, firstly, for living in a town that's chock full of tender youngsters and such, the FEMs spend the majority of their time picking through trash and stalking stray cats for nourishment! Also, the guy who started this all, the Chief o' Police, says that the virus is a punishment from God for all the infidelity in the world, yet the effects are that it turns it's female victims into cannibals, which God is also supposedly against... All you Christians, let this be a lesson to you: God is a hypocritic dumb ass! With that said, I think it's time I go get washed up and prepare myself for my crucifixion. Sweet creams ladies!

Sequels: Nope

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