Good start, but then it gets ruined

The film may be flawed, but its message is not.

A film of deceptively outspoken contemporary relevance, this is cinema at its most alert, alarming and alive.

By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

Intended to be a comedy, horror flick...you may have to be the judge yourself to see if this movie rocks or sinks like a rock. The plot sounds like it has the promise of being funny; an overly ambitious record producer Bernie Stein (Barry Feterman) hoodwinks a nephew scientist Frankie (Jayson Spense) into constructing the world's greatest entertainer. We say constructing...stitching a superstar out of stolen body parts from late and great rock 'n' rollers like Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison and Elvis Presley. We're talking, head to feet and all in between like brains, hands and even...penis. Drug addled roadie Iggy (Hiram Jacob Segarra) does a good job stealing bits and pieces of body part, but by accident grabs a vital organ from Liberace. This stitched monstrosity named "King" (Graig Guggenheim) is going to be hard to train and control.Brian O'Hara directs and shares in the writing of this rated R feature and I would not recommend viewing by small children. Lots of vulgar language and situations. A very small budget that allows way too many low class and gay jokes. If you happen to really love Rock 'n' Roll, you may find this too irreverent. Have you ever tried to stop looking at a train wreck?

This movie was really horrible. I can't believe I wasted my time/money on this piece of garbage. I generally would not post a negative review on here, but I feel people must be warned. At least it sounded decent on paper, but on screen, it just wasn't all there. Mary Shelley is probably rolling around in her grave.

The first half of this film works pretty well for me, though I thought there was waaaay too much of Barry Feterman as the foul-mouthed Bernie Stein. Not that he didn't act the role capably, but there was so much more of him than the plot required that one started to wonder if he had been an investor in the film, and demanded extra screen time...The musical numbers are fun, and Guggenheim tries hard as the "King". But once the monster's sexual confusion "comes up", the film devolves into an endless string of gerbil and "hershey highway" jokes. I'm not sure if these are intended as gay camp or gay bashing, but either way the film devotes far too much time to them, and not enough to the potential of an "assembled" rock star.Many elements of this film work, and it looks pretty good for a low-budget production. But somewhere along the way the concept loses steam and chugs along slowly, relying on a very low grade of humor.

This is the coolest, nastiest movie I have seen in a long time. I saw it at the Millennium here in New York and it kicks butt. It is so disgusting, but well shot. This is definitely the greatest b-movie of the 90's. It is about a record producer who (with the help of his nephew) makes the greatest rock and roll star of all time, by using parts from dead legends: Elvis' head, Jimi's hands...and Liberace's penis. The last one is an accident, and that's where all the fun starts. the monster is very sexually confused. I was told at the screening that one of the ways the film is being advertised is that they paid homeless people to put the poster for the film on their shopping carts. If that's true, they've got one-up on the Blair Witch people for creative advertising. See this movie!