SLUGS

Jean Piquer Simon relies on a book by the splatter (punk?) writer Shaun Hutson to delight the audience with a film that, despite its questionable qualities, should be considered a cult-movie for its audience following and a kind of gore mythification it has had over the years. A very gory little story set against the backdrop of a typically stylish 80s colored city (one doesn't know why, but certain films have the faded charm of those years) that starts from a stereotype widely exploited in cinema of this genre (referring to beast-movies): radioactive waste - dump - terrifying mutation of an animal (in this case, slimy and slimy snails). Nothing new, therefore, from this point of view; Piquer decides to bet practically everything on the repulsive effects (incredible the one of the snail that comes out of the yuppie's mouth who is about to drink and the copulation of the couple that ends in a bloodbath) not straying from the type of cinema that suits him the most. For the rest, nothing exciting for this film that struggles between a mediocre screenplay with ridiculous and sometimes even comic dialogues and shots without highs.