At first I thought I was watching a lost episode of "Leave It To Beaver." But don't let that fool you. May I also suggest that you finish your TV Dinner before you start the tape.

What appears to be a very normal family moves into a new neighborhood. Ah, but looks can be deceptive my friends. Dad is a chemist at the Toxico plant where they develop bad ass defoliants. I wonder if these guys are responsible for Agent Orange? Anyway, for some reason or other this chemical factory has a morgue in the basement with a couple of dozen corpses in it. Why they have a morgue is anybody's guess. Mom is one of those perfect stay at home housewives that were so popular on TV in the 50's. But June Cleaver she ain't. She serves far too many leftovers.

Their only child Michael is your typical wide eyed inquisitive youngster with a good immagination. When asked to speak in front of the class he explains the proper method to broil a cat in the oven. His next assignment is to draw a picture of his family. He draws them in a pool of blood. Now he seems like a perfectly normal pre-teen to me but for some reason he's hauled into the school psychologist's office.

Dad has a wine cellar in the basement. Also down there is a deep freezer that Michael has been warned never to touch. I wonder what's in there? Could it be more leftovers?

Leftovers, leftovers, leftovers. How can a family always be eating leftovers if they've never have an original meal with which to save the leftovers from.

"What were they before they were leftovers?" Asks young Michael at the dinner table one night. "Leftovers to be." Is the answer he receives.

Michael sneaks into Dad's work where he watches him do a number on the corpses. He lops off a leg here and pulls out a liver there until his bag is full. This seems like a nice economical way to fill the freezer, but it doesn't really turn my crank.

Michael is just about at the breaking point so he goes to see the psychologist and she drives him home. Now this chain smoking woman isn't much of a psychologist but she does cook up nicely on the family's barbeque.

That night Michael tells his parents that he doesn't love them anymore because they eat people. He then plunges a steak knife into Dad's chest. Dad grabs him and starts carrying him to the butcher shop in the basement figuring he can get maybe fifty hamburger patties out of him. Mom protests but Dad just says they can have another kid later and bring him up right. Mom doesn't like this because she wants to keep this kid so she plunges a big knife into Dad's back and twists it around. Ouch, that hurts. Last time that happened to me I had to double up on the Tylenols. Dad turns the knife around and knocks off Mam.

Dad tries to grab Michael but finds that he's not quite as mobile as he was a few minutes ago. He latches onto a wine rack that comes crashing down on him. A fire starts and I guess the whole damn house burns down. The next time we see Michael his grandparents are tucking him into bed. Granny leaves a sandwich on the night table. Michael glances over to the sandwich and wonders if it's leftovers, as do we all.

This is definitely one of the weirdest flicks I've ever seen but it's very entertaining. Michael has nightmares, lots of them, so many of them that we rarely know if what's happening on screen is reality or if we're watching another one of his dreams. This matters very little though since everything flows together well. I liked it.