Classic sci-fi/horror schlock involving delicious pseudo-scientific gobbledygook about evolution, radiation, splitting a man in two, and drinking. Lots and lots and lots of drinking. The main character, played with heaps of thespian schmaltz by Peter Dyneley, drinks so much in this film that it's a wonder he can stand at all, let alone never slur a word. That is, until the injection given him by a Japanese mad scientist results in hairy, clawed hands and an eye on his shoulder, soon followed by the growth of a second head and, finally, his division into two beings... one, man, one monster! "Army of Darkness'" Ash, eat your heart out!
I first saw "The Manster" when I was a wee creature features fan of perhaps 8 or 9 years old, but the scene wherein Larry Stanford gets that extra eye in his shoulder has stuck with me all these years and through the thousand or more horror flicks I've seen since. I saw it again for the first time in more than 30 years and it still holds up, albeit with a few wisecracks in response. This is some high-quality cheez right here, folks, and no fan of classic drive-in horror should miss it. It's now in public domain, so why not watch it for free right now at http://www.archive.org/details/manster
This is a film with a story driven on by plot holes so huge that what the viewer sees only becomes plausible in an alternative universe in which human intelligence never evolved at all. We get cops who never call for backup, a mental hospital that shackles its inmates with shock collars that deliver enough voltage to make their necks smoke, an alarm system that doesn't notify anyone in the outside world when it goes offline and releases a building full of cannibals and psychotic killers, and human beings who can perform feats of strength after having multiple four inch wide swords driven through their abdomens. The screenplay was apparently written by one of the characters in the movie; it's simply incoherent, as is the editing. There is at least one scene for which there is no explanation, as if some other scene explaining it had been cut out. Don't even try to comprehend the dialogue or the "explanation" offered for the actions of the villain in the climactic "let me give you a long lecture instead of killing you" scene. Medium Raw is truly half baked.
A terrible suckfest, interesting solely for the presence of Ron Palillo (whom some may remember as Horshack from TV sitcom "Welcome Back, Kotter.") He's just as awful as the rest of the cast in this very 1980s mess of a movie, but he's at least recognizable. Otherwise, nothing to see here. Move along.
So bad it's good zombie flick that bends over backward in giving nods to George Romero, particularly the original Dawn of the Dead. This is due, no doubt, to the starring role of Ken Foree. The zombies are pretty well done if not entirely consistent, but the real star here is the unbelievably cheezy script that has a professor spouting off ridiculous lines like, "There are worse thing than dying and becoming one of these shambling things. One could die without ever knowing what it was like to love and be loved." That this cornball line is delivered while hordes of zombies are smashing their way in makes it all the more laughable. There's even a gratuitous slow-motion leaping-through-the-air-while-firing-two-guns shot after which the character simply picks himself up and hurries off in the other direction without having accomplished anything noticeable.
An unintentionally silly, overly earnest Serbian undead effort complete with a biblical verse-spouting generic character, a killer nun, and poor Ken Foree trying to run. Any director who makes Foree run is up to no good, and no good is what you'll find in "Zone of the Dead." Get ready to laugh.