A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (the 1980s), films like Frank Henenlotter’s Basket Case were the staple diet of pale-faced video shop junkies looking for their next fix of weird horror mayhem. But times have changed and instead of ultra-low-budget, lovingly crafted, intelligently written midnight movies, we now get bland, mass-produced rubbish about giant sharks crossed with giant octopi clogging the cheap-jack cable channels.
