What happens when you combine multi-colored lingerie so hideous it couldn't get a rise out of Wilt Chamberlain, ladies whose hair is big enough to get caught in your ceiling fan and a director so incompetent he blows half of his budget purchasing about 50,000 candles? That's right... LUKAS' CHILD! A rightfully forgotten "gem" of the hair band era which tries to make for an overall lack of plot, budget, intelligence and originality by parading around a bunch of half-naked "actresses" who look like they'd be more at home passed out in a pool of their own vomit at a Motley Crue concert.
Set in the alleys and gutters of scenic Hollywood, see what happens when fame-hungry starlets looking for their big break in Tinseltown clash with the neighborhood Satanic cult! See what happens when lovelies are locked away in prison cells in a wardrobe that I believe was hand-selected right out of Cher's closet! But first you must make it through an endless opening credit sequence featuring skull-masked cultists, an out-of-control smoke machine, a stripper bumping and grinding to satanic chant and someone lounging on a sacrificial table that looks suspiciously like a tanning bed...
Lukas Armand (Robert May) is a bleeding-eyed cult leader posing as a wheelchair-bound movie producer. He stages bogus auditions and then kidnaps the starlets to sacrifice to his "child," who's actually a beet-red, pudgy demon with wings and horns kept locked behind prison bars. The women are also kept in a makeshift prison, dressed only in their underwear (one however is able to keep her frilly, sombrero-sized 'Blossom' hat on). Also out to help abduct future sacrifices are Lukas' "normal" long-haired, bearded son Jason, and his frantic, mohawked sidekick "Mad Dog," who find additional victims at the ironically named "Club Lace." One big-breasted bimbo tries to prove she is worth sparing ("I went to Northwest University!"), but to no avail. These men are ruthless and out to feed the hungry demon at any cost, which we are informed about every two minutes or so... "Take her to the tower!"..."The child is waiting!"..."The child is hungry!"..."It's feeding time!"...
Will detective Steve Anderson (Gene Le Brock) and his female partner (porno star Marcia Gray/Shanna McCullough) be able to free the lace-clad ladies before the demon can have his way with them? Unfortunately, the action stops cold when we have to sit through yet another grueling ten-minute topless Satanic boogie down from the same stripper we saw for ten minutes during the credits sequence. Other than that padding, this hellacious horror hoe-down registers extremely high on the cheap-laugh-o-meter.
Set in the alleys and gutters of scenic Hollywood, see what happens when fame-hungry starlets looking for their big break in Tinseltown clash with the neighborhood Satanic cult! See what happens when lovelies are locked away in prison cells in a wardrobe that I believe was hand-selected right out of Cher's closet! But first you must make it through an endless opening credit sequence featuring skull-masked cultists, an out-of-control smoke machine, a stripper bumping and grinding to satanic chant and someone lounging on a sacrificial table that looks suspiciously like a tanning bed...
Lukas Armand (Robert May) is a bleeding-eyed cult leader posing as a wheelchair-bound movie producer. He stages bogus auditions and then kidnaps the starlets to sacrifice to his "child," who's actually a beet-red, pudgy demon with wings and horns kept locked behind prison bars. The women are also kept in a makeshift prison, dressed only in their underwear (one however is able to keep her frilly, sombrero-sized 'Blossom' hat on). Also out to help abduct future sacrifices are Lukas' "normal" long-haired, bearded son Jason, and his frantic, mohawked sidekick "Mad Dog," who find additional victims at the ironically named "Club Lace." One big-breasted bimbo tries to prove she is worth sparing ("I went to Northwest University!"), but to no avail. These men are ruthless and out to feed the hungry demon at any cost, which we are informed about every two minutes or so... "Take her to the tower!"..."The child is waiting!"..."The child is hungry!"..."It's feeding time!"...
Will detective Steve Anderson (Gene Le Brock) and his female partner (porno star Marcia Gray/Shanna McCullough) be able to free the lace-clad ladies before the demon can have his way with them? Unfortunately, the action stops cold when we have to sit through yet another grueling ten-minute topless Satanic boogie down from the same stripper we saw for ten minutes during the credits sequence. Other than that padding, this hellacious horror hoe-down registers extremely high on the cheap-laugh-o-meter.