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Construction worker Donald (Jackie Vernon) is the most mild-mannered
guy you can probably imagine, and he'd have the happiest of lives too, if
it wasn't for his wife (Claire Ginsberg), who in her aspiration to be the
perfect housewife and thus keep the place clean at all times, and cook
exotic meals with her new microwave, food he doesn't one bit. And slowly
she drives him insane, until one night after coming home drunk he just
goes and kills her ... and can't even remember that he did it until the
next day, when he finds her body stuffed into the microwave. He then cuts
her up and stuffs her into the freezer ... but accidently mixes one of her
hands in with his food - and he really likes the taste of his wife, so he
takes sandwiches containing her meat to work even, and when his colleagues
(Loren Schein, Al Troupe) happen to like it as well, he also provides them
with some of his wife's meat. Of course, the wife's meat won't last
forever, but no worries, Donald, being so in love with human flesh, has
found his romantic streak ... and started to pick up girls on the street
(sometimes prostitutes, too) to bring back to his place, and to cut up. Microwave
Massacre is by no means the perfect movie, its humour is at times on
the moronic side, it has some continuity issues, and the directorial
effort is functional rather than trying to get the most out of the story
... but that said, it's also a great trip down memory lane back to a time
when films could be sick and funny at the same time (also think Basket
Case and The Stuff from
roughly the same era), that really enjoys its own macabre attitude, and
that doesn't see its story marred by the political correctness of later
years. Again, it's not perfect ... it's just such a hoot to watch!
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