Horror House on Highway Five (1985) 
This film... is just something else. No matter how you attempt to describe the plot, you're doing it a disservice as there's just so much going on, and yet nothing really makes any sense... but arguably, nor does it have to. It's full to the brim with raw, fully cooked and half-baked ideas like some sort of foul smelling, nauseating, but more-ish stew; a stew that you could never quite make the same way again even when following the recipe to the letter; a stew that left me wanting more of its madness by the time the end credits rolled around.
We have a mysterious Richard Nixon mask wearing kidnapper who prowls the local highways looking for victims and his two sons; the eldest who is a mad Nazi scientist with a V2 rocket specialty named "Dr Marbuse" who suffers from 'parasitic brain worms' and his younger brother, the less than mentally astute Gary, who has a closet necrophilia fetish and a penchant for tarot cards. Throw in some off-kilter music, supernatural elements and slapstick comedy (including the oft-parodied and infamous 'man steps on rake' gag) and you truly have a film of ****ed-up proportions for the ages. I think if anything can be described by the old age adage of 'more than the sum of its parts' this film is that something.
65/100