Please Don't Eat My Mother!

Please Don't Eat My Mother! (1972)

** (out of 4)

Softcore remake of Roger Corman's The Little Shop of Horrors manages to show a lot of skin as well as turn out to be a smart spoof in its own right. Buck Kartalian (from Planet of the Apes) plays a loser who lives with his mom and hasn't even been with a woman. One day he buys a plant, which turns out to have a sexy female voice but even weirder is that the plant needs live food to stay alive. There's no question that this one here is more sex than horror but as far as these Something Weird type films goes this one is pretty good. There are quite a few funny scenes with our loser trying to comfort the plant who is dying of hunger. There are even better scenes of him battling with his mother who hears the female plant's voice and thinks that her virgin son has a real woman in his bed. There are countless sex scenes and I was rather shocked at how far one went but for the most part they are fairly harmless and not too erotic.

There's almost no point in describing the plot here. It's basically a re-make of "The Little Shop of Horrors" where a socially inept loser buys a talking mutant plant and eventually starts feeding people to it as it grows bigger and bigger. The only real difference is the guy here is a voyeur who is constantly watching other people have sex, and he eventually starts kidnapping some of these people and feeding them to the plant. The sex in this movie is about halfway between softcore and hardcore (there is an unsimulated "hand-job" at one point and a long shot of what is obviously actual penetration). Unfortunately, the production values (the script, the acting, the cinematography, and pretty much anything else of interest other than the sex)are also halfway between the two, they are much lower than those usually found in softcore sexploitation movies and approach the abysmal depths of hardcore porn where a "movie" becomes mere masturbation fodder.

The best scene in this features cult 70's porn star Rene Bond and her"suitcase pimp"/ real-life boyfriend Ric Lutze. They play a couple who the protagonist watches having sex. They get in a hilarious post-coital fight--he calls her a "bitch" and hits her with a pillow, so she pulls out a gun and shoots him dead! The voyeur then offers to help her dispose of the body by feeding it to the plant. She is so grateful that she offers to finally pop the cherry of this fifty-year-old virgin, but it all goes horribly, horribly awry. . . This scene stands on its own as entertaining, but it doesn't really make up for the rest of the movie.

This movie is very strange in that it really is essentially a sexed up version of The Little Shop of Horrors complete with human-eating plant and full frontal sex.

Strange.

It's in color and the sets are very colorful.

The director apparently had a pedigree background and started a theatre group whose alum included the likes of Gene Hackman.

But on the side he mad a handful of these low budget horror films like this.

The plant starts small eating flies, graduates to frogs ("Come on frog me." it says in its sexy voice) and then dogs. You get the idea.

The movie is really an oddity. Not as good as TLSOH, due to the fact that the centerpiece is really sex, but it is watchable.

Everybody in the film is talking about sex in one way or another and there is a seemingly endless scene with some 70s porn queen and her husband doing it in a car. It goes on forever and is pointless except to throw in an example of how grooming was not important 40 years ago.

There is no explanation how the plant can see when there are no eyes, but I spouse considering everything else that happens in this film, that's a minor point!

In all, it's not a horrible movie, within this genre and if TLSOH hadn't been made beforehand, I would have given it a couple extra stars.

If you're of the opinion that Roger Corman's 1960 cult classic The Little Shop of Horrors would have benefited from sex and full frontal nudity, then this is the film for you: the basic plot is virtually identical to The Little Shop of Horrors, but much of the film's runtime is devoted to softcore rumpy pumpy (occasionally teetering on hardcore), as middle-aged virgin Henry Fudd (Buck Kartalian, who looks a bit like Corman regular Dick Miller) takes time out from tending to his talking, female, carnivorous plant in order to spy on young couples getting jiggy.

To keep his hungry plant happy, Henry supplies it with food, starting with fertiliser and flies, then frogs, followed by dogs, and eventually humans, abducting young lovers at gunpoint.

Produced by exploitation legend Harry H. Novak, and clearly filmed on a budget that even Corman might have struggled with, Please Don't Eat My Mother is badly written, poorly acted nonsense with an embarrassingly bad flesh-eating plant. The frequent saucy scenes feature some attractive young women in the altogether, including prolific '70s pornstar Rene Bond, but they are shot in an unimaginative and repetitive manner which soon becomes tiresome.

3/10. Just about worth a watch if really trashy movies are your thing.

Roger Corman's "The Little Shop of Horrors" (1960) was filmed in under five days with the teensiest of budgets, yet it is a very funny, consistently entertaining little gem of a movie. The 1972 soft-core remake, "Please Don't Eat My Mother," looks to have a practically nonexistent budget, too, but it is hardly ever funny and something of a chore to sit through. In this cheesy cheapie, we meet Henry Fudd, a middle-aged Jewish voyeur who lives with his kvetching mother and basically spends his time ogling horny couples "doing it" in the great outdoors of L.A. He comes into possession of a plant with an alluring female voice and, like Seymour Krelboin in Corman's original, soon finds himself procuring ever-larger animal species for it to consume and grow on. This houseplant is soon around 8' tall, and pretty hard to conceal from Mom in his bedroom.... Anyway, this film has absolutely no FX to speak of; the monster plant looks like a 4th grade papier-mache project. We never even get to see the plant attack its human victims; how they wind up inside the plant at all is a mystery to me. But why even critique this movie like a regular film? The flick is essentially just an excuse to show some fairly boring simulated sex scenes, strung together by a very silly story. I must say that it is very strange to see these X-rated scenes, with full male and female frontal, alternating with juvenile-humor vignettes. I can't imagine who this picture would appeal to today, in this age of XXX-rated DVDs and sci-fi/horror films with top-notch FX. If you want to see what the poor raincoat crowd had to settle for back when, I guess check it out. Beyond the awesome title, there's little of interest here. By the way, isn't it strange that Buck Kartalian, the film's star, recently played a guy named Henry on CBS' "HOW I MET YOUR Mother"?