Chosen by Matt McGowan who had this to say: 'What started out as a job hosting late night reruns of bad horror movies on cable tv turned into a cult phenomenon for Cassandra Peterson, or as she's better known Elvira. This movie being the logical milking of the cash cow she'd created. It's perfect 80's trash, within the first 5 minutes it's sets the tone for it humour and never deviates from what you'd expect of it. In that regards it's perfect, perfectly awful, but that good awful you can help to love. A guilty pleasure.'
Elvira is a horridly smug, condescending rather annoying character with a dreadful sense of humour.
But it's hard to completely hate on the film. It's too slight and silly to really offend but, dear god, the jokes are bad. Which is obviously part of the appeal for some.
The plot never coheres into anything past excuses for Elvira and her generous cleavage to bounce a lot. Seriously, a lot. Which is obviously part of the appeal for some.
For all it's talk of the stuffy town's morality council the film is strangely chaste, aiming itself at horny 13 year old boys rather than having any genuine sexiness or controversy to it(though a inadvertent roofie does come close to offering a subversive orgy scene).