Every once and a while a movie will come along that is horrible in almost every aspect but somehow manages to work its way into your heart (an example of this is The Corpse Grinders). These types of movies are called "guilty pleasures" and Microwave Massacre firmly fits into that category.

Overweight comedian Jackie Vernon (who has some of the worst line delivery ever seen and gets to crack groanable one-liners the entire movie) plays a construction worker who's grown tired of his wife's experimental cooking after she gets a brand new microwave (and what a beast it is!) but he doesn't have to worry about that anymore when he accidently kills her when coming home drunk one night. But you know one "accident" can lead to another and he ends-up cooking her up in the microwave when he mistakes one of her body parts (which he wrapped in foil and threw in the freezer) for real food. Thing is, he really likes the taste and soon is going out picking up women in order to kill them and cook them up too.

This one is completely unserious in tone (it's obvious from all the crappy joking around going on in the script) and it's cheap, juvenile and downright inept; but there's some oddly amusing bits (like the crude TV show Vernon watches and a German doctor who sings badly and plays darts with hypodermic needles) and it manages to be a total "so bad, it's good" type of film. Vernon is probably one of the worst actors I've ever laid eyes on (as witnessed by his gut busting "messy the house" freak out moment) and the fact he has to spout such lines as "I'm so hungry I could eat a whore." makes it even more delightfully terrible; but the entire movie just plays out in such a low-brow way you can't help but enjoy yourself. (Chris Hartley, 4/26/04)

Directed By: Wayne Berwick.
Written By: Thomas Singer.

Starring: Jackie Vernon, Loren Schein, Al Troupe, Claire Ginsberg.