Writer/director/goofball Chris Seaver is great because his tasteless, cheap, ridiculous movies are so tasteless, cheap, and ridiculous that they manage to offend even some people who normally LIKE tasteless, cheap, and ridiculous movies. He’s like early John Waters, but with a comic book nerd sensibility. Some people hate the bargain basement production values—Filthy McNasty, like all of Seaver’s early work, was shot with a low-end video camera. Or they the hate the broad, obnoxious acting. Or they hate the constant shit, piss, blood, jizz, dick, and pussy jokes. Or they hate Seaver’s complete disinterest in directing or in plot or in anything that isn’t outrageous comedy. Or they hate Seaver’s intentionally ridiculous recurring characters, like Teen Ape (a guy in a hair metal wig and an ape mask who makes the girls swoon) and Mr. Bonejack (Seaver himself in blackface and a Cosby sweater). Or maybe they’re just big John Stamos fans and don’t take kindly to Seaver mocking him in every film.
Me, I’m staunchly in favor of all of the above so Seaver’s work is alright with me. The plots of these things are negligible, but this one is about two nerdy college girls (the great Debbie Rochon and a redhead going by the name Miss Kitty) who make a dangerous deal with a demon so they can turn into head-turning hotties.