There's a real gleeful, running-around-the-backyard-with-your-friends vibe to Bad Taste that's incredibly endearing, but there's also signs of the obvious technical prowess Jackson possessed even then. Filmed mostly on weekends over the course of four years and cast with Jackson's friends around Pukerua Bay, New Zealand, Bad Taste follows the battle between the Astro Investigation and Defence Service-that's AIDS, in case you weren't sure Jackson was young as hell when he made this movie-and an invading alien force come to Earth to harvest human flesh for their fast-food chain.
But there is impressive artistry in the puppetry-even when that puppetry is nauseating!-and you can't ignore this movie's inspiration on more modern comedies like Team America: World Police and The Happytime Murders.įull disclosure, I think Bad Taste kind've rules, but Jackson's feature debut is clearly a DIY launching pad to greater things. But just as a movie, it's mostly exhausting by the end. Meet the Feebles is.a lot, setting the bar for bad taste all the way at the bottom and designed to be shown at midnight screenings where the over-the-top offensiveness is part of the fun. This film ends on a jaunty ode to sodomy getting interrupted by a mass shooting carried out by a character named Heidi the Hippo. Billed as a spluppet-that's splatter + puppet-creature feature, Feebles offers a look behind a Jim Henson-esque puppet variety show, except these particular feltballs spend their time banging, snorting, murdering, raping, and having violent extended flashbacks to the Vietnam War. The first thing I would do with a time machine is travel back to a 1989 screening of Meet the Feebles and tell a few people that the man behind this depraved sex-crazed puppet acid trip would become the third-highest grossing director of all time with more than 30 Oscar nominations attached to his films.
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