Bad Taste

Extremely funny, stylish, disgustingly gross, and filmed with great love (thank goodness it was eventually finished.) A brutal performance that will leave you feeling at the end that it was either filmed by a genius or a total pervert. Which are not necessarily mutually exclusive:)))) I really had a royal good time for an hour and a half, like I did with Dead Alive, so it deserves full marks.) I've yet to see Meet the Feebles, so I'm curious to see if it’s outdone by Bad Taste or by Dead Alive.) (09/28/2010)

A non-stop parade of highly entertaining nastiness. Aliens shot to bits, a tasty lunch of vomit, and a snack of human brains eaten with a spoon as the icing on the cake. “I'm a Derek and Dereks don't run!” Peter Jackson kept his word, didn't give up his struggle as a filmmaker and made more great and extremely entertaining films like Bad Taste. (05/26/2002)

You can't be serious. Everyone else with a camera has done something similar with their mates and I believe it was funnier. Peter Jackson as Derek should be shot. Apart from a few good jokes (seagulls for example), it’s pretty dull and only occasionally impresses with decent enough cinematography for a debut. (11/30/2009)

Peter Jackson has a very perverse sense of humor and an even greater talent. Although this film is amateurish from head to toe, it is shot much better than the vast majority of "official" splatter productions. Although all the props and used effects are horribly transparent, that's exactly what Bad Taste is all about. An ode to bad taste, a terrible script, a brain, gulls, intestines and a mobile BEATLES enjoys the amateur and B-movie style, rolls in it happily and benefits from everything good it can benefit from... entertainment, black humor, excessive perversity, truly tacky music, fooling around instead of acting (P.J. really enjoyed his role, you can see it from his numb eyes), and crystal clear action. It amused those who made it, and it amuses those who watch it. A simple equation. So, if you don't automatically pick up your suitcase when you hear the words splatter and gore, welcome to Jackson's deli. I'd like 200 grams of spleen, a meter of intestines, and cut that lying cerebellum finely with a chainsaw. (10/27/2004)

A maximum splatter coating that is a perfect demonstration of Jackson's directorial craziness. A monstrous collection of disgusting things of all kinds, dominated by various forms of human body dismemberment, but on the other hand also by an unceasing cadence of the darkest humor. Certainly, the plot is simple and short, fitting neatly into a single page, and the whole thing is shot exactly in the style of a "buddy" video. However, only a few videos of this kind convey such enthusiasm with every shot (that detailed camera pan around Magnum is fantastic) while maintaining a sense of humor about the fact that nothing deadly serious is being filmed here. Within serious filmmaking, it's undoubtedly an obvious outsider, but as a cult classic for die-hard film fans, it's a flawless masterpiece that will leave you questioning yourself for another two hours after it ends, wondering how it's possible to create something so brilliant with such a small budget. (12/11/2005)