George Romero's old partners Russo and Streiner split off and joined up with Dan O'Bannon to make this great flick. They were also smart enough to reference NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD in their own film which was one of the first to have running zombies that also talked.
It's got everything an homage should; a serial killer who becomes infected with an alien parasite and the gets cryogenically frozen, dumb frat boys who come along and thaw him out a couple of decades later, lots of gooey gore, lots of laughs, and lots of characters with names like Savini, Romero, and Carpenter.
Horror writer William Katt holes up in his dead aunt's house trying to write about his experiences in Viet Nam, all the while haunted by memories of his young son who had mysteriously vanished from this same house years before.
A brain parasite strikes a deal with a guy; in exchange for use of his body he'll give him heavy doses of joy juice. The trouble is while he's using the body he does terrible things to other people with it.
Peter Lorre plays a sorceror (turned into a raven by Boris Karloff) who turns to fellow sorceror Vincent Price for help. Jack Nicholson is here too proving once and for all that he should never play period pieces.
The tragic tale Of Larry Smallbut who is bitten by a tranny one night and becomes the titular character, "Even a wrist that is strong and firm and holds itself up high, may become limp when the moon is full and it's owner has turned Bi." The exorcism scene is hilarious.
Crude and maybe a little sick, but I have to admit a little ashamedly that I laughed at this story of some bad liquor found in a store room and sold to bums on skid row, What it does to them ain't pretty.