Nobody quite manages to portray incest like Stephen King. Sorry, not incest, I mean normal family life. The colourful American suburbia that could only be the early '90's, we know exactly what we are in for. Or do we...?
A mother and her teenage son move to a new town. But as she packs him off to school she has a few errands for him including finding her a virgin to eat. That's not before they have a bit of a snog of course. These two are shapeshifters and mummy is getting hungry! Young Charles has set his sights on Tanya, a fellow student, to feed her.
Charles gets Tanya alone and begins to suck the life force out of her (or something). She manages to fight him off as his face turns in to a cat face that's more like the furry beast from Beauty and the Beast than a scary feline vampire. Still, a bloodied-cat-faced Charles drags himself home with the police hot on his tail. This leads to the best death by vegetable scene in the history of film. I'd just started to like corn on the cob too! Unfortunately the final girl is so annoying and the evil mother so hot that you want the girl to get eaten, or whatever the hell it is they are going to do with her.
The scenes between Charles and his mother exchange from such sinister demands to steamy encounters, that were they in any other setting but a comedy horror, would've made for a very different, darker kind of movie.
Punchy with attitude. A little bit poor man's Lost Boys, a bit pantomime, but after all that, probably the scariest part of this film is its Enya soundtrack...