Charles Band expounds on the dangerous influence of television on modern culture in the most blatant and delightfully absurd way!

"People of Earth, you must heed my warning. Destroy your satellite receivers, dismantle your communications systems, render your TV sets inoperable for the next 200 Earth years."

This will be my first review because it's actually one of the most enjoyable films I've seen in the last year. The weirdo Putterman family with Swinger parents, crazy veteran grandpa, Cyndi Lauper-esque punk obsessed daughter, and relatively "normal" son are in for a night of "terror" when an extraterrestrial garbageman accidentally beams his incredibly hungry pet down to Earth.
Completely absurd with great visuals and decently disgusting creature effects, this movie will delight a person who enjoys the strange.

Exists in a realm beyond "good" and "bad." Okay, it's pretty bad, but it's damned solid entertainment. A monstrous alien infiltrates the satellite dish of a family that consists of two swinger parents (Mary Woronov and Gerritt Graham), a senile veteran grandpa (Bert Remsen), a ditzy New Wave teen daughter (Diane Franklin) and a monster-movie obsessed young son (Chad Allen). It's everything you would want it to be based on that description, plus an awesomely goofy creature design by John Buechler.

Ain't nobody out there who makes a batshit crazy movie like Charles Band'll make a batshit crazy movie. God bless him.

Garish 80s horrror-satire of consumer culture. A huge blob-monster accidentally gets beamed into the satellite of a yuppie home in Malibu. Parents are swingers (including a spandex-clad Mary Woronov) while the kids are a Cyndi Lauper clone and a mini GI Joe. Set design is jaw-dropping kitsch, a mix of retina-scarring bright colors and classical statuary that have water spitting out of their nipples.

"A stray energy beam from my substation may be headed for your solar system, and could possibly result in the total annihilation of your species. I'm so terribly sorry for the inconvenience."

Ridiculous but so much fun. Great cast including Mary Waronov and Gerrit Graham as swinging parents, Diane Franklin as the Cyndi Lauper-esque daughter and her boyfriend OD played by Jon Gries, who always seems to be rocking out even when no music is playing.

This has always been one of my favorite movies since I first saw it as a kid on the Sci-Fi channel late at night. After that I got a VHS of it and now finally after years and years I now have it on sweet bluray. I watched the flick, all the extras, and the commentary. Very great disc. The commentary is a ton of fun and you can tell the actors have fond memories and have a blast watching it again. Love it. "Pills! What color??"

TV doesn't simply rot your mind, it swallows you whole and comes back for seconds. That's what I learned from watching TERRORVISION. Highlights are the exceptional costume design and art direction, but the initial charm of its playful, cheeky tone is worn down by a script that unfortunately seems easily distracted and oddly paced. I'm turning off my TV for the next 200 earth years.

One of the most quotable movies of all time. Kiss the boot!

Glorious 80s cheese. It makes no sense, and seems to serve mostly as a demo reel for the FX, set and costume folks (and wasn't that a glorious period for cinema, when films could exist just to do that?) but worth the watch. That theme song has haunted my dreams since I first saw it.

It's a lot of fun... for about 20 minutes. Then it's just okay with the occasional awesome moment (Grandpa's death especially) but mainly it becomes a game of Who Can Ruin the Fun the Fastest? Everyone gets a turn. Gerrit Graham ruined the next 20 minutes, the insane overuse of the monster ruined the next 20 minutes, then some totally unnecessary references to gay people (80's: more often than not, you were stupid and offensive- stop with the thinking that any representation is flattering), oh and the sister's awful pre-Bill and Ted boyfriend, and the last 20 minutes were killed by the hopeless re-entrance of Medusa, the not-so-incredible Vicki Lawrence knockoff. I mean: Elvira.

It did remain watchable. Somehow. But it's a movie I will never have the urge to watch ever again.

Ted Nicolaou directs this silly and entertaining creature feature goof for Charles Band's Empire Pictures. Gerrit Graham, Diane Franklin, Jon Gries and Jennifer Richards all put in gloriously unhinged cartoon-inspired performances, spitting out intentionally cheese-ball dialogue and one-liners.

Terrorvision seems to work solely because of how committed everyone - Ted Nicolaou included - is to the material. It also has a pretty wicked sense of humour. There's a fair amount of sincerity and love of the genre beneath all the lame gags and neon-lighting. I was pleasantly surprised at how well Terrorvision held up over the years.

Ain't nobody out there who makes a batshit crazy movie like Charles Band'll make a batshit crazy movie. God bless him.

Rätt rolig b-skräckis. Relativt klyftig dialog, och snyggt monster. Filmen tappar dock som fan eftersom dom bara är i typ tre rum hela filmen. Man tröttnade snabbt.

An extremely silly black comedy that's filled with slime and one of most lurid color pallets you'll ever see. Everybody in the film is over the top, the monster is gross and endearing at the same time.

Could have been an awesome 80s satire of the 80s, but 20 minutes in it's a series of unfunny gags and bloodless gore.