A true measure of metaphysical toxicity. (Now if I only knew what ‘metaphysical’ really meant.)
Some stories, regardless of rendering, simply cannot be categorized nor described. Into that category I’ll flop Attack Of The Killer Tomatoes (1978). As if sharks could arise from the surf in which they lurk to hunt, kill, and eat humans, so are tomatoes doing. Between a special government investigative force, a reporter for the Social section of the local newspaper, a passel of scientists, and the Army, they may eventually figure out how the tomatoes accomplished sentience, but even then: what does one due do to destroy huge, maliciously intelligent tomatoes?
The solution will make you want to scream in falsetto. I’m so sorry for so many things, chief of which was watching this bad boy. I blame in on my Arts Editor.
