It has been a while since we have been graced with a full-bore trash opus from Lloyd Kaufman, and Poultrygeist proves beyond all doubt that the wait was well worth it. All of the classic Troma trademarks are present here: gratuitous frontal nudity, over the top gore, and politically incorrect humor that is guaranteed to offend almost everybody. Troma deals in classic exploitation cinema of the most raunchy variety and with Poultrygeist, Lloyd Kaufman and company are at the top of their game.
The plot is appropriately ludicrous. Protagonist Arby is an aimless, bespectacled youth who begins the film with a “romantic” evening with his girlfriend Wendy in the Tromahawk Indian Burial Ground. After some “quality time” during which the young lovers are felt up by horny cadavers, a promise is made: although Wendy is leaving for college, the two will remain together forever. Of course, as is typically the case with these kind of promises, things do not go as planned. We move forward a year. The Indian Burial Ground is being bulldozed to make way for a new location for a national fast food chain, the American Chicken Bunker. Arby arrives to meet his love only to find out that in her college years she has become a lesbian. Wendy is protesting the erection of this new fast-food monstrosity along with her new girlfriend and a veritable army of angry, Starbucks-sipping lesbians.
In an effort to get revenge on his sapphic lady love, Arby decides he is going to take a job at American Chicken Bunker. He begins work with a rag-tag crew of misfits, including Denny ( the paranoid manager ), Carl Jr (a redneck with a real fondness for chicken carcasses), Paco Bell (a flamboyantly gay mexican), and the burkha-clad Hummus whom everyone suspects is a terrorist. After the Grand Opening, it becomes clear that the spirits at Tromahawk are not pleased. Several “accidents” occur, and American Chicken Bunker’s newest location is soon beset with hoards of the chicken dead hellbent on devouring everyone in sight.
Sound ridiculous enough for you yet? It gets better: Poultrygeist is also a musical, and boasts several catchy numbers centered around sex, fast food, and well…sex. Despite how utterly bizarre this setup is, Poultrygeist manages to be one of Troma’s most cohesive and focused features and the gags and gore are among the most effective in Kaufman’s entire filmography. One stand-out gross-out involves an explosive bowel movement that simply must be seen to be believed. Another notable moment involves a broom handle. When taking the low ( around 500K ) budget into account, the makeup effects are very impressively gooey. Several of the nasty gore sequences in Poultrygeist look like they cost a pretty penny to produce. The acting is also noteworthy. Poultrygeist’s young cast demonstrates a great degree of enthusiasm, and the performances never stray into self-parody, even as protagonist Arby becomes progressively dumber throughout the course of the movie.
Overall, Poultrygeist is a textbook example of pure, unadulterated, unapologetic trash that manages to provide a heaping helping of vicious satire alongside its smorgasbord of bathroom humor, gore gags, and dick jokes. Those who are easily offended should steer clear. Everyone gets skewered in Poultrygeist: Gays, Latinos, Arabs, Native Americans…the list is exhaustive. If you are the kind of movie viewer who thinks the industry is in need of an enema, Poultrygeist is for you, though it is recommended that you avoid fried chicken before watching.