Before he discovered Kate Winslet in Heavenly Creatures, Peter Jackson's work looked more like it came from Troma. Dead Alive (aka Braindead) is the often-remade story of unslayable zombies, though Balme has a field day with them during the infamous half-hour scene which involves several dozen walking corpses, hundreds of gallons of red-tinted maple syrup (aka blood), and a lawn mower.
Peter Jackson at his least explicable... we're talking a movie about puppets -- nasty, filthy puppets and gross folks in animal costumes. Nothing like a stuffed walrus humping a plush toy cat, is there? Sorry, Robert Smigel, but Jackson beats you by being years ahead of your TV Funhouse and three times as raunchy ("Do you think people are really interested in... nasal sex?"). Alas, this Chuck E. Cheese experience-gone-wrong (about a TV variety-hour group called The Feebles) is pretty stupid, though it has its moments of sarcastic giddiness. Still, I can't imagine seeing this under the influence of anything but the most powerful of narcotics.