Watching this film in 2024 was a trip. My family rented it at a local video store in the 1980s, when I was about 8 years old, and it traumatized me. A scene where one of the film’s meatheads, Bozo (Gary Schneider) runs over a kid on a bike—only to back over him again when he survives the first hit—terrified me. I begged my dad to turn it off. My young brain couldn’t contemplate this level of sadism nor the camp that surrounded it. Watching it again, however, one can only shake their head. Prior to Bozo running the poor kid over with his car (which belongs to his girlfriend), the film devotes tons of exposition to the fact that Bozo and his friends do this regularly, destroying any impact. The scene’s still kind of hard to watch, but not nearly as bad as 8-year-old me felt.
Pure ’80s Camp
The film’s plot can fit on a single sheet of paper. An awkward, nerdy kid, Melvin (Mark Torgl) works as a mop boy in a health club. The “club” looks like something out of a bad Gold’s Gym commercial from the ‘80s with muscle heads lifting in leotards and flexing. Bozo and his friends (Robert Prichard, Cindy Manion) bully Melvin—and given how socially inept Melvin is, it’s not hard to understand why. The whole thing goes awry, though, when Julie (Manion) starts a chain of events that leads to Melvin falling into a vat of toxic waste outside. We learn the film’s setting, Tromaville, is the designated dump site of toxic waste. And the film’s effects as Melvin suffers horrible chemical burns are pretty decent, to be honest. After this, Melvin turns into a grotesque mutant—The Toxic Avenger—and goes on a spree to stop crime and bullying.
That’s it. If you’re looking for more depth, you simply will not find it. The bulk of the rest of the film follows the Toxic Avenger (Mitch Cohen in the costume) as he beats up and/or kills goons who are threatening people. The film tries to break as many taboos as possible, the most egregious thugs shooting a blind lady’s service dog before trying to rape her, Bozo attempting to run over young children playing in the streets, and the aforementioned hit-and-run scene. This is of course amidst gratuitous nudity from blonde pin-ups and overacting so bad as to qualify for an Oscar on such. The performances portrayed here—including every type of thug and miscreant you could conjure—makes the acting in “Silent Night Deadly Night Part 2” look refined. The overacting, B-movie camp is doubtless intentional. I can’t fathom any other purpose to it.
Watch for its Cult Status or if You Like Absurdity
However, some humor comes from watching the Toxic Avenger himself. Seeing Melvin go from a nerdy kid to a massive mutant in a tutu (he had it on when he dipped in chemicals, don’t ask) is high comedy, as is the treatment he lays on the baddies. Some attacks are comical (stepping on one thug’s foot to hold him in place and using him like a punching bag), while others are gruesome. He kills one punk with an ice cream maker, scalds another one’s hands in a grease fryer, and rips another’s arm off and beats him with it.
With his newfound powers, Melvin also gets a deep, calm voice—where before it was anxious—and lands a girlfriend (Andree Maranda in her only film role, god bless her). The film’s climax when the couple flees town to try and get some peace as the Avenger is hunted by an evil mayor (Pat Ryan) is quainter then it should be. As is the film’s conclusion. It’s a rip off of “Frankenstein” and about a hundred other films, but at this point, who cares?
A Revered Classic
Recommending a film like this is an impossibility. Had it taken itself seriously, it would deserve to have all copies burnt and be erased from the movie annals. It’s a hard ‘R,’ purposeful B-movie calamity that’s cemented itself as legend. I watched it to erase that awful memory 8-year-old me had of cars and bike kids getting run over, and it accomplished that task. The acting is atrocious, the plot is ridiculous, and it’s clear the $475,000 budget was spent almost totally on the film’s special effects. If you’re looking for a campy film with over-the-top body horror kills from the ‘80s, this is for you. If you’re looking for anything even remotely scary or well produced, stray far way from this one. Or don’t. You’ve been warned.
