This is the true story of the moviemaking maverick who co-founded an independant studio in a humble broom-closet twenty-five years ago, and used raw hamburger, Karo syrup blood and Bromo-Seltzer vomit to create films of questionable artistic and moral value: a man who battle the MPAA rating board to bring his outrageous vision to the screen, who rejected Madonna after an audition, who defied the Hollywood system and slapped the industry in the face and built a B-movie empire filled with Chopper Chicks, Surf Nazis, Kabuki Cops, Numphoid Barbarians and a lone hero known as the Toxic Avenger.
This is the story of Troma Studios, guerilla filmmaking at its cheapest. It's the American Dream torn limb from limb, and of topless starlets menaced by obscene rubber puppets.
WARNING: The shocking filmmaking techniques in this book may be hazardous or fatal if swallowed.
