Squirm.
It’s what you’ll do if you watch Squirm (1976). It has bad American deep South accents, a stereotypical broken Southern small town, stereotypical useless Sheriff, and – in the category of ridiculous – screaming worms.
Plot? Why, yes, there is a plot, something about a southern lass asking a damn yankee to come visit her in her little town. The night before his arrival, a terrible, even demonic, storm hits the town and a power line tower falls over, inundating the ground – and the worms – with electricity. The worms multiply, grow fangs, and proceed to start lunching on the proprietor of the local worm farm, then moving on to other delectable specimens of humanity. The sheriff, for example, is caught by the worms having sex with his girlfriend in a prison cell. Isn’t that fun?
Now, judging from what I’m seeing in my search for pictures, our TV version chopped out almost all the sex scenes and, perhaps, some continuity. Still, it’s clear this is a stinker, what with tubs full of rubber worms, bad acting, and some OK makeup. Gotta like this guy:
Those worms are on their way in, not out.
But whether you like him or not, Squirm really isn’t worth your time.
