Stanley Putterman purchases a state of the art satellite system for his family, but unwittingly connects to a distant alien planet, allowing a gooey cosmic creature to crash their suburban home.

When a movie opens with its own theme song, you know it’s gonna be a joy. For me, 80’s B-Horror comedies exist purely for a surge of serotonin and are essential to any spooky marathon to break up what feels like a fire hose to the face of human suffering from other horror movies. Don’t get me wrong, TERRORVISION (1986) doesn’t shy away from goriness or twisted deaths, but the forced camp, icky effects, and outrageous slapstick humor make this a colorful cult favorite.

In the first minutes of TERROR VISION (1986), you’re transported to the glowing emerald extraterrestrial landscape of Pluton, where aliens working in a waste treatment facility zap a slimy, lopsided tentacle creature out of their orbit. Meanwhile on Earth, the Putterman’s wrestle over their temperamental new satellite remote, unintentionally transporting the people-eating monster into their TV.

Oblivious Stanley and his wife Raquel are too distracted to notice the intruder as they host a pair of bisexual swingers in their fuck room decorated in Patrick Nagel dupes. Grampa gets it first when the alien pops his head like a zit, ingesting the green fluid that oozes out. Little bro Sherman, his Cindi Lauper lookalike sis Suzy, and her air-guitar riffing boy toy, OD, are left to tame the tentacled beast with the power of punk rock and addictive television programming.

50s alien invasion meets the hairsprayed neon 80s, TERRORVISION is brimming with tacky tomfoolery and gag-worthy delights.