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.
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