The magical thing about a Frank Henenlotter film - and it really applies to his entire filmography, really - is that even with a premise like a mad scientist from New Jersey feeding a bunch of prostitutes Super Crack, exploding them so he can acquire spare body parts to rebuild his dead fiancee after a tragic remote controlled lawnmower accident, Henenlotter really puts a fuck of a lot of effort into developing alarmingly charming characters.

Henenlotter's not unlike Russ Meyer…