Nightmare Weekend (1986) 
Artificial Intelligence, experimentation, mutants, softcore porn and pinball, Nightmare Weekend belongs to that special group of '80s trash-fest disaster pieces that inhabit dual dimensions simultaneously; the dimension of the disjointed mess, and the dimension of the incomprehensibly mis-understood genius. The film flits between both of these dimensions lavishly throughout and by the time the end credits roll it's hard to tell whether you want to erase its entire existence from your memory or to watch it again straight away.
Despite all fathomable coherence and reason having been stripped away and confusion reigning throughout, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't have fun with this one.