Zeisters

Even if you're not into crazy films like this (i.e. why were you watching it in the first place?). I think a lot of people out there in la la land need to know that the music in this film is a sort of lost treasure. A bit like the soundtrack to Blue Collar (featuring howling wolf and captain beefheart) or Medium Cool (music by Zappa played by Bloomfield and co. - Zappa fanatics take note) this film's unique music was supplied by guitarist and song writer Leo Koetke. Leo music is something like Ry Cooder boiled in ammonia. A bit like like heavy bluegrass. A recommend anybody with a passing interest in good music check it out asnd find me somewhere to get the soundtrack. Back to the film.. It has it's moments. Maybe some of these go over the head of the typical Troma fan. What you see in this film are flashes of a more surreal and spontanious side to Lloyd Kaufmans films (Lloyd Kaufman... does that mean he's a Welsh Jew?). My favourite scene has to be the one where the mental patients devour the guys stash. Now doesn't that have something to say about the irony of drugs and how we choose to use them and use them on other people. I say the Mooka is misunderstood.. SAVE THE MOOKA.... (this has been a 21 century Schizoid announcement....

My review was written in April 1987 after a screening at Liberty theater on Manhattan's 42 St.

Troma pickup "Fat Guy Goes Nutzoid" is a dud. Filmed in New York in 1983 under the titled "Zeisters" (a meaningless exclamation), pic is a tasteless effort that looks like a backyard home movie shot in 35mm.

Slim premise has ne'er-do-well Roger Morloche (Tibor Feldman) becoming involved with pathetic, 350-poun Dave (Peter Linari), nicknamed "The Mouka", when he crashes at a camp for mentally-challenged kids where his goofy brother Doogle (Douglas Stone) works. The brothers are tossed out after causing the kids to riot and Dave is a stowaway to their truck, getting involved in misadventures back in New York City.

Film takes a sentimental view of the big fellow, who cannot speak but is basically nice and pitiful. However, it uses his predicament as a steady source of cheap, vulgar gags which are neither entertaining nor sympathetic to his plight. Cast overacts to boot and film displays zero production values.

Troma released the film regionally starting last September, bud did not even bother to get an MPAA rating.

Truly Awful. One of the worst films ever committed.

And don't think "I'll check it out because something that bad must be good, I mean, look at 'Plan 9'!"

That's what we did. It isn't... it's just BAD.

This film is so inane it will blow your mind. If you want to clear out your living room at a party, put this in the VCR and watch people leave the room one by one. I've cleared many a room with this video. It does have its super-inane moments that may entertain you, depending on your sense of humor: several quaaludes scenes (one with a quaalude being tossed about and then a minute later a whole bag of 'ludes is spilled all over the floor by the title character), the ultra-inane laughing scene toward the end between Rog and his lawyer, and, if you have the collector's edition of this film, the interview between Lloyd Kaufman (Troma Pres.) and John Golden, director of this opus. If you decide to rent this, you will likely get a funny look from the video store clerk. Recommended for those who like films that are way, way out there.

Anyone with a conscience should go to see this expose on the ill treatment that mentally-challenged individuals face in modern society. The Mouka is a new role-model to inspire us all to overcome our limitations and differences and become a better society. We should all bow down before the chefs at Troma for donating this documentary on the mental health system and its devastating effects on the victims of... what's that, Mother? You want me to come home? But I'm in the middle of reviewing a movie! I don't CARE if you're staring at me from your bedroom window! Look, don't make me put you in the basement with the stuffed birds again.

Sorry about that. Anyway, this film is actually a new low in bad comedy flicks, intentional category. Most of the humor is in the title "Fat guy goes nutzoid." The rest is somewhere in between the vomiting and the Auschwitz joke and the enormous amount of body hair on display. The acting is around the level of "Glen or Glenda" and the writing would bore an 8-year-old. Pretty much the only mitigating factor is the Leo Kottke guitar score, which is fortunately too loud most of the time. Oh, and Tibor Feldman bears an uncanny resemblance to Ethan Coen, which made me want to shout "Where's Joel?" at the screen. That, of course, is not all I wanted to shout. Anyway, thanks for coming: we don't get much business since they moved the highway a few years ago. Here's your key. Cabin number 2. Why don't you take a nice, long shower after traveling so far?