Bad Biology (2008) Movie Review


For the past seventeen years, cult director Frank Henenlotter has remained strangely quiet. A few rumors found their way onto a few websites a while back, but they ultimately amounted to a title (“Sick in the Head”) and a rarely updated IMDb page that contained scant amounts of information – nothing more. My ensuing excitement eventually dissipated, and I was sure the man who redefined my definition of horror had disappeared forever into that bottomless world of horror-related obscurity. In fact, it wasn’t until a friend sent me a link to the Facebook page for “Bad Biology” that I found out that Henenlotter was working on something new. What’s more, it was already in the can.

Have these years away from the camera dulled the director’s ability to shock, disturb, and entertain? After all, a lot has gone down in the fickle realm of horror entertainment since “Basket Case 3” made its debut in 1992. This is, perhaps, the weirdest thing about “Bad Biology.” Not the beastly genitalia. Not the film’s wacky, off-beat sense of humor. Not even that mind-blowing final shot, the one that’s sure to molest your thoughts for days on end. No, it’s the fact that Henenlotter picks up immediately where he left off, as if all those years out of the game meant nothing at all. Is the film the best he’s ever made? Not quite, but it certainly fits nicely with his strongest.

Working from a script co-written by New York City rapper R.A. The Rugged Man, Henenlotter weaves a violent and borderline pornographic tale of a biologically unbalanced woman’s neverending quest for sexual gratification. Her problem, it would appear, stems from a highly unusual genetic disorder: unlike most women, this troubled young lady was born with seven external clitorises, with dozens more dwelling on the inside. This insatiable woman’s late-night carnal adventures soon lead her to the home of a distraught young man whose abnormally large genitals have taken on a life of their own thanks to several intense years of steroid abuse. Is this a match made in heaven, or is their inevitable union a recipe for unholy disaster? I’m leaning more towards the latter.

“Bad Biology” is pure Henenlotter. It’s sleazy, trashy, putrid, weird, funny, and uncomfortably vulgar – all at the same time. Sadly, it also seems to be an excuse for the cast and crew to play with dildos and naked women for roughly 90 minutes, a fact which ultimately drags the production into that shaky land of softcore porn and gross-out horror. Before long, all of that wanton sex, nudity, and depravity becomes a tedious bore – oversaturation definitely becomes an issue. In some instances, even when you’re dealing with a director who specializes in all forms of vulgarity, less is more. There are many who would vehemently disagree with that statement, I’m sure.

The film’s abundance of over-the-top special effects are delivered courtesy of veteran FX guru and “Skinned Deep” director Gabe Bartalos, the gentleman responsible for the unspeakable juiciness found lurking within most of Henenlotter’s previous efforts. His work here in on a much smaller scale, as the vast majority of the imagery is handled with computers. As it goes with most low-budget productions, the CGI is of varying degrees of quality. Regardless of how you may feel about the overall presentation of the effects, chances are you’ll love the picture’s last second money shot. It’s not particularly well done, mind you, but it’s hilarious and jaw-droppingly foul all the same.

Is “Bad Biology” the comeback we’d all been hoping for? Well, yes and no. It’s an uneven film, for sure, though the positives grossly outweigh the negatives. The performances are coated with the appropriate amount of campiness, the sleaze/gore factor is through the roof, and Henenlotter’s trademark sense of humor is accounted for. Had the numerous sex scenes and unchecked nudity not seemed like pointless filler inserted to flesh out an overlong short film, “Bad Biology” would have been much, much stronger for it. As it stands, a very fine film worthy of its eager audience. Welcome back, kind sir – you were sorely missed. My only request is this: Could I possibly get one more film before I hit forty? Pretty please? As of this writing, you have seven years.

Frank Henenlotter (director) / Frank Henenlotter and R.A. Thorburn (screenplay)
CAST: Charlee Danielson … Jennifer
Anthony Sneed … Batz

Author: Todd Rigney

Todd was raised on a steady diet of Hollywood blockbusters, late-night Cinemax programming, and USA’s “Up All Night,” which may explain why his taste in movies is more than a little questionable. When he isn’t providing news and reviews for Beyond Hollywood, he can be found lounging lazily on his couch, perched in front of his television, or dwelling in places where direct sunlight can be easily avoided. He's happily married, in his 30's, and totally badass. If you'd like to reach Todd, you can follow him on Twitter or send him email/scoops to todd (at)
  • Juggernaut

    I’ve heard about this movie. It’s on my list of bizzare films to check out. Sounds twisted! I’ll be on the look for this for sure.

  • Shawnmurray

    The man credited for the screenplay, R.A. Thorburn, is actually the late father of hip hop legend R.A. The Rugged Man; who’s Vietnam experiences and exposure to Agent Orange were made famous in the song “Uncommon Valor” featuring Jedi Mind Tricks.

  • Hangman's Joke

    I saw this movie last year when it was up on Netflix not sure if it’s still available or not. I thought it sucked ass but eh different strokes for different folks no pun intended haha.

  • Dubs

    I loved the basket case series especially the first, and brain damage is one of my all time favorite horror movies. Few creatures are as memorable as Belial or Elmer. Frankenhooker was kinda funny. Bad Biology pales in comparison. At least he proved he’s still one sick puppy. I would love to see what the man would do with 20 million dollars.

    Writing this made me want to watch brain damage again. So i’m going to see what Elmer’s up to now.