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I recorded The Shadow Men to my DVR about two months ago, and I still have yet to delete it. Every time I have a friend over who hasn't seen it, I force it upon them. By the end credits, many of them are shivering in a fetal position under the kitchen table.

Because of this sadism (or could it be masochism), I've probably seen The Shadow Men more than any other person on the face of the Earth. And I still don't have any desire to delete it.

Everything in the movie hits the perfect "bad film" note. But what I would like to give special mention to, is Eric Roberts. His "father of the year" performance will leave you rolling on the floor.

If you're at all into B-films with plenty of groan worthy moments, let this one abduct you the next time it airs.

Such a strange film. One that doesn't really know which gimmick to run with: the super computer, the borrowed and infamous Robby the robot, invisibility, or space travel. It's a schizophrenic jumble of the time's sci-fi staples, with absurdly weak links. Still, I can't say it was ever dull.

One thing that struck me about this picture, was the dry humor involving the Scientist father. He reacts almost casually to his son's sudden intelligence boost and invisibility. It comes off like a satire of the Cleaver-type family, and was a welcome surprise.

Give this one a chance if you catch it on Turner Classic Movies one night. But I wouldn't recommend seeking it out for purchase.

Unless they ignored the low rating given to this film by the IMDb collective, or they don't realize what genre it belongs to, the readers of this mini-review already know The Food of the Gods is a bad film.

But that doesn't mean it isn't a good time.

This ranks up there with the best of riffing fodder. There are just so many movie moments in this picture that are mind-numbingly illogical, I promise tears streaming down cheeks sore from laughter.

How can one not appreciate the unintentional humor of a hero that does nothing but make his and everyone else's situation worse? Or, that the person who is supposed to be the villain, Ralph Meeker, is the only one with a lick of sense! His character actually serves as a fellow riffer half the time. Throw in some mild animal brutality (Drinking Game: take a shot whenever a paintball blast sends a rat flying), and you've got the complete movie masochist package.