Rodent Films  61′
country: United States
director: NATHAN SCHIFF
cast: JOHN SMIHULA, FRED BORGES,
cast: FRED DABBY, JODY KADISH
WEASELS RIP MY FLESH is probably the worst film ever made and a movie only in the sense that the images it is comprised of were photographed in such a way as to impart motion. In all the land of zero-budget 8mm features, this is the GIGLI to THE DEAD NEXT DOOR‘s BEN-HUR. Yes, my friends and humble readers, WEASELS RIP MY FLESH is truly that bad.
“This is judgment day for those of you unlucky enough to have been born this day,” clumsily espouses the opening narration (that line’s sentiments are sure to be echoed by the majority of audiences) in a bit of useless filler that has us viewing a travelogue-esque shot of a forest as cannily recorded dialogue drones on in a manner that would have made Criswell turn over in his grave – a minute and fifty two seconds later the events of the film proper begins.