
“Control. Once you lose it, you'll kill to get it back.”
A horror writer buys an odd looking mutant embryo creature, pickled in a jar, from a shop in Chinatown, hoping it will be a creative inspiration for his work. Instead, the odd mutation provokes a rage of violence and lust to envelop the suburban villa where the writer lives with his wife and sexy secretary.
A lurid, unsettling descent into primal urges and escalating chaos, this B-movie horror revels in its sleazy, campy aesthetic. It feels like a fever dream of forbidden desires and creature-induced madness, building to a violent, transgressive climax.















