Woodyanders
Perhaps the single greatest micro-budget fright flick ever made about a vicious crack-addicted raccoon terrorizing a small town in the Bronx, this gloriously ludicrous monstrosity makes for simply sidesplitting viewing. Ripe to bursting with colorful lowlife sleazoid characters, hysterical foulmouthed dialogue (yep, the f-bomb gets dropped with paint-peeling regularity), laughably lousy (markedly less than) special effects (the titular beast is an obvious and unconvincing hand puppet!), amateurish community theater level acting, excessive crude gore, rough cinematography, and point and pray by-the-numbers direction, this may not qualify as a genuinely good movie, but it's nevertheless still quite funny and entertaining in a lovably rinky-dink schlock cinema sort of way.
