Ludicrous and inept, this low-budget 1985 splatter film directed by former Chicagoan Stuart Gordon tries to compensate for its complete failure to establish even a sliver of credibility by inflating the usual quotient of giggly camp humor and squishy gore effects. There’s an H.P. Lovecraft story, about a demented medical student who learns the secret of revivifying corpses, buried in it somewhere, but Gordon has no interest in storytelling: he focuses all his efforts on serving up the gross-outs, which are still so amateurishly filmed that for sheer stomach-churning power they compare unfavorably to the average Alpo commercial. It’s this kind of flat-footed stuff that gives garbage a bad name. With Bruce Abbott, Barbara Crampton, and David Gale.