Just as ET was made to appeal to mature children, so was Paul made for immature adults, making me the target audience!

Danny DeVito in an early role is about the only reason to subject yourself to it.

Joan Rivers' sole directing job is a crude, nonsensical, vulgar and damn funny. It does run out of steam at the end, but when you've got Paul Lynde as a snarky doctor, Billy Barty as a racist ventriloquist dummy, Joan Rivers herself as a nurse carrying (and dropping) a colon and Billy Crystal as a pregnant man(!) you know it's a must see!

Worth seeing once, but you probably won't remember it very long.

Fulci's horror movies play like cinematic pieces of Gothic literature (Lovecraft in particular) in which the implications are removed; showing every macabre event in graphic detail. Some maybe put off by the disregard for subtly, but in its own way, it's very effective.