As near as I can tell, this movie’s only raison d’etre probably involved a bar bet about how many clichés can be packed into a single production. We’ve got severed limbs growing back (as detachable, reptilian versions of their former selves) thanks to a serum made from rubber lizards and dead serial killers. The scientist who creates it wants to give it away free to the world in general and in particular the bums who befriend him after his lab catches fire. His mother (Elke Sommer slumming) and her boyfriend (Oliver Reed, slumming if he ever can truly be said to be doing so) want to sell it to some evil corporation (the box said something about neo-Nazis, but if that was part of the plot I must have missed it). And poor, poor Garrett Morris. What gambling debts, drug dependency or other financial catastrophe must have befallen this talented man to compel him to appear in garbage like this? See if desperate
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