Didn’t see Parts 2 & 3? Not to worry. They sucked! So declares a stirring Stan Lee voiceover heralding our hero of super-human size and strength that culminates with the apologetic declaration: "THIS is the REAL sequel!!!" When unsavory members of the Diaper Maffia storm Tromaville’s school for the "very special" and begin machine-gunning slow-witted, taco-gorging hostages, Toxie and faithful ward Lardass swoop in to permanently stink-can these dastardly diapers by hyper-gruesome means such as literally cramming a dude’s head up his hiney.
During the blood-splattered melee, plot rears its hideous mug when a budget defying explosion craters the school creating a dimensional rift that rockets The Toxic Avenger into evil, evil Amortville and his demonic doppelganger, The Noxious Offender, into the peaceful, yet bizarro tranquility of Tromaville. While Toxie struggles to peaceably adjust in an appearance obsessed culture, Noxie immediately yanks off the arms of the police chief and demonstrates a murderous new technique in crowd control. Folks in Tromaville can’t believe how MEAN their dear, sweet Toxie’s become. Folks in Amortville can’t believe what a WEENIE their fearsome, maniacal Noxie’s become.
Your basic radioactive fish-out-of-water story, right? Hardly. Amid the mayhem are chainsaw-subtle satirizations of most contemporary ills of our society. Abortion. Plastic surgery. School shootings. Hate crime. Media voyeurism. Corporate greed. Best of all, Troma’s put all the head-crushings, explosions and lesbian tongue rasslin’ BACK INTO what they proudly bill as "a shot-by-shot replication of the original classic by Orsen Wells."
This outing, the longsuffering hulk beneath four-hours of Avenger latex is one David Mattey who apparently never grasped the trials he’d have to weather in this exercise in guerilla filmmaking. Such as the indignity of having his voice REPLACED after filming in favor of more FM-hewn pipes (Clyde Lewis).
Doesn’t much matter anyway because Paul Kyrmse steals the flick with his inspired comedic antics as a cowardly, booze-addled Sgt. Kabukiman NYPD. As Chester and Lardass, CineSchlocker idol Joe Fleishaker delivers the tour de farce performances of HIS hefty career. Jiggling newcomer Heidi Sjursen, clearly a method actress, adeptly uses blindness as sufficient motivation to never FIND a bra in her titillating turn as Toxie’s baby’s mama. Porn icon Ron Jeremy goes braless as well as Tromaville’s fundamentalist mayor.
Think THAT’s ironic? Wait til you see how he croaks. Also keep those peepers peeled for unforgettable cameos by CineSchlocker faves Corey Feldman (his best role since Blown Away) and the late great Hank The Angry Drunken Dwarf.
Notables: 34 breasts. 116 corpses. Finger sharpening. Bomb gobbling. Tongue ripping. Crucifix to the mouth. Exploding school for the "very special." Pregger pinata. Puking. Uterine wrestling match. Gratuitous urination. Multiple diddling. Toe sucking. Exploding wangdoodle. Multiple disembowelments. Self-gratification. Value-sized ruby slippers. Hypodermic closeup. One firesuit stunt (recycled from the original flick). Angry man love. Face ripping.
Quotables: Huzzah to the Troma screenwriters for having Kevin Eastman say in admiration of wife Julie Strain, "I could DIE in these breasts!" (Then does). Toxie catches Tito chasing the dragon, "That better be INSULIN, young man!" Our Rebel Retard’s favorite catch phrase? … "F#%& this place, man. I’m out of here!" Sarah rationalizes mid-three way, "IT’S GOOD FOR THE BABY! IT’S GOOD FOR THE BABY!" After being dragged until there’s nothing left but his head, Barry Brisco deadpans as Pompey, "You know, a black man in America gets used to having nobody behind him. I guess I just got NO BODY at all!" Nothing like self-aware villainy, "I’ll be back, mother f@#&er! If there’s a sequel, I’ll be back!!!"