SpuffyWeb Sadly Over-hyped

Inclubabu Plot so thin, it passes unnoticed.

Marketic It's no definitive masterpiece but it's damn close.

Sienna-Rose Mclaughlin The movie really just wants to entertain people.

BA_Harrison Slime City belongs to that small horror sub-genre known as 'melt movies', wherein characters' bodies are reduced to a disgusting mess of goop. Usually shot on a low budget, these films tend to suffer from rudimentary direction and weak performances, but what they lack in technical merit they seek to make up for in sheer ickiness.Directed by Greg Lamberson, this particular melt movie stars Craig Sabin as art student Alex, who moves out of college digs into an apartment to live closer to his girlfriend Lori (Mary Huner). Soon after, he meets several of his new neighbours: slutty rock chick Nicole (also played by Huner, but decked out in some of Cher's cast off togs and one of her wigs), weirdo poet Roman (Dennis Embry) and dotty old bat Lizzy (Jane Doniger Reibel).After accepting an invitation to dinner from Roman, during which he is served 'Himalayan yogurt' and a strange alcoholic beverage, an inebriated Alex is seduced by Nicole. Waking up the next morning, he discovers that his body is covered in a strange slime. As the day goes on, his skin condition goes from bad to worse, and his personality begins to change, until he becomes a raging killer whose condition can only be temporarily reversed by the blood of his victims.Lamberson's film takes a while to kick into gear, with a little too much time spent on developing Alex's sappy relationship with Lori when what fans of this kind of schlock really want to see are the gross out effects. The early murder of a homeless man is promising, the poor guy having his head bashed in with a metal bar, but it's not until the latter half of the movie that the film really delivers, with the final 15 minutes or so going nuts with the splatter, Nicole defending herself with a meat cleaver, reducing Alex's body to a pile of messy bits and pieces.It's certainly not for everyone, but Slime City has just about enough trashy charm to appeal to fans of such films (if you've seen and enjoyed Street Trash or Body Melt, you'll definitely be in your element).5.5/10, rounded up to 6 for IMDb.

Uriah43 "Alex"(Robert C. Sabin) is an art student who decides to move out of the dormitory and into an apartment where he can have some privacy and possibly spend some intimate moments now and then with his girlfriend "Lori" (Mary Huner). Even though Lori decides she doesn't want to get intimate right away things appear to be going fine. His new neighbors are "Nicole" (also played by Mary Huner) who lives right across the hall and "Roman" (Dennis Embry) who resides in the apartment right below him. Although both appear to be a little weird they each seem friendly enough. As a matter of fact, not long afterward Roman invites him over for dinner which surprisingly consists of something called "Himalayan yogurt" and a special liquor to wash it down. It's at this point that things begin to go wrong. At any rate, rather than reveal any more of this movie and risk ruining it for those who haven't seen it I will just say that this film is a good example of "artistic trash" which consisted of mediocre acting and ludicrous special effects. Even so, it was still an interesting film all the same. Now, that's not to say that it was "so bad it's good" because it wasn't good by any means. But it had its moments. Unfortunately, they were few and far between and because of that I rate this movie as below average.

lovecraft231 A few months ago, the movie "Chillerama" was released and came with the tagline "The Ultimate Midnight Movie", which I disagree with. Not because I wasn't impressed with what I saw (though I wasn't), but because the "midnight movie" as it was known is dead. Plus, real "midnight movies"-films like "Night of the Living Dead" and "Eraserhead"-never sought cult appeal-few directors in that era looked to become popular in that sense. So, while Greg Lamberson's "Slime City" might not be "the ultimate "midnight movie", it is the real deal in what it is-one of the last true movies of it's type.Alex (Robert C. Sabin) is a normal college student whose moved into an apartment in a run down part of New York City. His neighbors-trashy gal Nicole (Mary Huner, who does double duty as Alex's girlfriend Lori) and Punk Rock kid Roman (Dennis Embry) have something for him-from Nicole, sex, and from Roman, a strange kind of "Himalayan Yogurt" and an elixir. Well, it turns out that the yogurt is actually the ectoplasmic essence of deranged cult leader Zachary, which is now turning Alex into a slime covered monster with an appetite for murder-and only murder seems to temporarily turn him back to normal.As I said, "Slime City" is not what I'd call a perfect movie. While the budget is hardly worth peanuts (it cost about $50,000 to make), the acting here is all around awful. Nobody here seems to have acted a day in their lives (only star Sabin acted before this), so many of the attempts to convey emotions are awkward to say the least. Plus, there's some notable errors in continuity-such as Alex's bud Jerry (T.J. Merrick) being called "Jack" sometimes, and the story feels a bit shaky at times.Still, for a first time effort made for nothing, this isn't too bad. The movie does get by largely on the fact that it's shamelessly trashy and gory, with some inspired gags-especially in the movies slimy, gore riddled climax-and effects work that is actually pretty damned impressive considering the budget. Also, the score by Robert Tomaro is a lot of fun, ranging from New Wave synthesizer and guitar work to almost industrial like sounds with ease. The micro-budget also actually helps the look of the film, as it does a great job of capturing the seedy underbelly of pre-Giuliani New York. Finally, the things got enthusiasm and energy to spare, and Lamberson and crew pour every ounce of what they have into it, and for the large part, they do a good job with the limited means they have.Is "Slime City" a classic? I wouldn't go that far. It is however, one of the last true "Grindhouse" movies, and as an example of one of that world's dying breaths, it's not too bad, and worth a look for fans of movies like "Basket Case" and "Street Trash."

Woodyanders Nice guy art student Alex (decently played by Robert Sabin) moves into a cheap, but clean and livable New York City apartment. After having sex with seductive tramp Nicole (the luscious Mary Huner), Alex becomes possessed by the pernicious spirit of evil occultist Zachary and transforms into a hideous, disgusting, homicidal dripping slime monster who embarks on a murderous spree, bumping off bums, hookers and back alley hoodlums with ferocious abandon. It's up to Alex's sweet, virginal girlfriend Lori (also portrayed by Huner) to save his soul before it's too late. The first fifteen-odd minutes of this entertainingly cheesy indie fright flick are pretty slow and awkward, but fortunately the film kicks into gear and delivers the delectably down'n'dirty schlock horror goods when the possession plot comes into play. J. Scott Coulter's wonderfully repulsive special make-up f/x pour on the gore, gunk and grue by the literal bucket, drenching the screen with a revolting tidal wave of hardcore ghastly and graphic blood'n'guts splatter (the delightfully over-the-top pull-out-all-the-stops excessive climax in particular seriously smokes). Peter J. Clark's rough, grainy cinematography, Robert Tomaro's infectiously bouncy throbbing rock score, and the adequate acting add substantially to this baby's ingratiatingly tacky charm. Sure, this picture has its flaws, but there's a certain endearingly clunky sincerity evident throughout which makes this honey quite engaging and enjoyable low-grade junk just the same.