The Aussies never did horror like the rest of the world. They did it weirder, wilder, and with the kind of cracked-out energy that makes you question if you just hallucinated the whole thing. Enter Howling III and Body Melt—two films that prove body horror and absolute absurdity can go hand in hand.
HOWLING III (1987): MARSUPIAL MADNESS
Forget what you know about werewolves. Australia has its own version, and they’ve got pouches. This is the Howling franchise taking a hard left into ecological horror, government conspiracies, and surrealist soap opera energy. A scholar, a film director, and a runaway were-kangaroo woman cross paths in a plot that zigzags between mad science and absurdist melodrama. Highlights? A bizarre werewolf ballet, a Soviet defector subplot, and transformation sequences that look like they were shot through a melted VHS tape. It’s a fever dream of lycanthropic proportions—cheap, ambitious, and completely untethered from logic.
BODY MELT (1993): AUSTRALIAN SLIMECORE AT ITS PEAK
This is Re-Animator meets an anti-drug PSA from Hell. A shady pharmaceutical company experiments on an unsuspecting cul-de-sac, and the result? People melting, mutating, and exploding in gloriously grotesque fashion. Eyeballs burst, flesh peels, tongues swell to monstrous proportions—it’s practical effects carnage with a heavy dose of satirical bite. Somewhere between a splatter film and an unhinged late-night infomercial, Body Melt is gross-out horror at its purest. It doesn't just want to disturb you—it wants to liquefy your insides.
Two films, one common theme: mutations run amok. Whether it’s marsupial werewolves rewriting evolutionary history or corporate experiments turning suburbia into a gooey nightmare, Howling III and Body Melt are pure Ozploitation chaos. Watch them with a strong stomach and a warped sense of humor—you’ll need both.
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