Driller

When a pop star sensation known only as “Mr. J” disappears from the spotlight, his biggest fans go looking for him (led by adult icon Tajia Rae) and stumble into a labyrinth of filth and horror that defies reason. Because deep beneath Mr. J’s stage persona lies a subterranean cabaret crawling with werewolves, zombies, mutants, and hunchbacks, all possessed by their most wanton desires and waiting for new victims. The groupies soon find themselves swept into a hallucinatory musical of temptation and transformation, where fame becomes flesh and the shape-shifting superstar unleashes a secret sexual weapon so monstrous, so carnal, it turns screams into creams and fulfills the title’s promise in the most jaw-dropping way. When the music ends, the drilling begins!

One of the strangest adult film artifacts ever to crawl out of the 1980s, Driller is a grimy subbasement stew of MTV spectacle, perverted set pieces and monster movie tropes. Shot quickly at the height of the cultural mania created by Michael Jackson’s Thriller, this bizarre 1984 adult horror parody reaches for the stars with choreographed sound-alike dance numbers, funhouse mirror sex scenes and impressive make up effects that rival any low budget horror film of the time. This forgotten relic from the outer edges of the Reagan-era gleams with all the warped sexual excess of the 1980s – where pop culture and pornography often collided – like a hypnotic, half-remembered dream pulled right off the dusty shelves of an adult video store in the bowels of purgatory.