About 2 years ago, I somehow acquired an old videotape. It was a limited print tape, initially distributed in the 80s to people in various walks of life and professions to gauge their interest and opinion of the movie. The creator had gone all in on it: he wrote it, produced it, directed it, starred in it! He set up a corporation named after the lead character. This was going to be HUGE! The movies, the merchandising, the syndication! He sent a few tapes of the movie out and waited for the enthusiastic responses to his brilliant production.
Only that’s not what he got.
He got responses, all right. The feedback revealed a movie that was so egregiously BAD that apparently no one even wanted to show it to their own kids. Between the pedophilic lyrics the hero sings, the little girl’s bedroom eyes when he sings to her, and the scary villain who is neither scary nor villainous, he had an albatross of a movie on his hands. The whole project went down in flames. And these tapes were the only remaining history of what is, in my opinion, the worst thing that has ever been done on camera.
I have one of those tapes. Problem is, VHS is sort of obsolete now… our new TV doesn’t even have AV inputs for a VHS player.
Thankfully, this production lives on! I found it on YouTube! I downloaded it just in case someone, for some reason, declares copyright ownership and orders it taken down… but really: who would claim ownership of this dog?
Here it is! It’s called “Creating Rem Lazar” and it really has to be seen to be believed!
It’s less than an hour long. I recommend you have a strong beverage when you watch it. It’s really, really bad.
Except for Mom’s 80s hair… that’s hot