Hilarious "so-bad-it's-brilliant" amateur 80's horror with a stupendously outrageous storyline, delightfully atrocious acting performances, totally retarded dialogs ("I'm not going anywhere. Does that mean you're going nowhere?" or "This is the greatest medical discovery since cancer") and masterful tacky effects. But the absolute greatest aspect about "Blood Suckers from Outer Space" is undoubtedly the gigantic amount of nonsensical "WTF"-moments in the script. There's a young couple inhaling gas in a car, a completely random screaming interlude, a rough sex sequence filmed from outside the house, crazy bearded janitors spotting "weirdoes" everywhere and that sort of things! There's this wind – yes, WIND – that turns people into bloodsucking zombies. Absolutely nothing indicates that this wind comes from outer space (is that even possible?) but it does sound catchy as a horror title, doesn't it? The setting is this small Texan town where the people couldn't be more redneck-like even if they tried. Even when these farmers are turned into zombies, they still talk and behave like inbred hillbillies. Understandably, the debut feature of Glen Coburn (who?) is quite uneven and silly. "Bloodsuckers …" is sometimes intended as a parody and sometimes seemingly trying to be an ambitious B-movie. The intentional bits of comedy are often painfully embarrassing, but the clumsy execution of the film is genuinely entertaining. This is a totally incoherent product of the cheesy 80's, with demented situations and messed up characters, that actually belongs more in the category of rancid 70's exploitation. Probably best watched with a couple of friends whilst intoxicated and make sure to always keep one finger on the rewind button in order to re-watch all the crazy little details.

The question you have to ask yourself is this: how much slack are you willing to cut this? You have to be aware that this is like an amateur hour kind of thing. I don't mean this necessarily in a bad way. We all have different tastes, some like big budget extravaganzas, others like movies that seem to have been made by a couple of friends.

Having said that, you can tell by the humor not much time went into the script. Maybe even every other idea that sounded good to whoever was responsible for it got thrown it - maybe some of the so called actors contributed. Again, all a matter of taste. No pun intended - though I will assume you are not into human flesh.

Jokes aside, the movie knows what it is and everyone involved probably had a hoot and a blast making it. Doesn't mean you will have too ... but you might.

A mysterious alien virus which manifests itself as a deadly gust of wind transforms the local yokels in a sleepy small Texas town into pasty-faced bloodthirsty zombies. Laid-back photographer Jeff Rhodes (a solid and engaging performance by Thom Meyers) and his sweet newfound girlfriend Julie (the adorable Laura Ellis) do their best to stay alive and survive this harrowing ordeal. Writer/director Glen Coburn delivers a delightfully dry'n'deadpan tongue-in-cheek send-up of schlocky low-budget fright flicks that comes through with plenty of priceless gut-busting dialogue (all-time favorite line: "You cut my *beep*ing arm off!"),broadly drawn redneck caricatures, and spot-on sidesplitting jokes about such worthy subjects as huffing nitrous oxide, kinky sex, racism, and gung-ho military fanaticism. Moreover, the make-up for the zombies is hilariously horrible and there's a few cool moments of gory over-the-top splatter which include a juicy decapitation, dismemberment, and several lovely shots of folks vomiting up uproariously unconvincing watery blood. The enthusiastic acting from a likable cast of mostly no-name amateurs further enhances the picture's considerable screwball appeal: Meyers and Ellis make for charming leads, Dennis Letts has a field day as brash ramrod General Sanders, token name Pat Paulsen contributes an amusing cameo as a preoccupied lecher President of the United States, plus there are neat turns by Robert Bradeen as the mean Uncle Joe, Kris Nicolau as nerdy Brit-accented doctor Jeri Jett, Chris Heldman as the amiable Deputy Sam, Big John Brigham as paranoid janitor Norman, Jim Stafford as the oafish Buford, and Billie Keller as the dotty Aunt Kate. The bleak and desolate Lone Star State locations add some tasty regional flavor to the infectiously wacky proceedings. The incredibly catchy'n'groovy 80's New Wave rock theme song seriously smokes. Chad D. Smith's purposefully static cinematography might be rough around the edges, but it does the trick all the same. A total riot.