When I started watching this movie, I thought it was going to be your typical 80s teen slasher flick, with literal backstabbing and snobby retorts. Like Gossip Girl, but with more puns.

However, as soon as the parents went from dead-behind-the-eyes rich people to dead-behind-the-eyes rich people admiring slugs the way people admire diamonds, I knew this movie was gonna be ew, gross.

Teenager Billy doesn’t feel like he fits in with his family. This may be due to his brown hair and stupid track suits, but in reality his family seems to have a whole other life without him. They go to parties and mingle with other socialites, while Billy just goes to school and plays basketball and goes to student body debates. This isn’t anything unusual in Beverly Hills, I suppose. If I had a son who resembled a Menendez brother, I’d probably keep him at arm’s length too.

As you would expect in the 80s, Billy owns an open-air Jeep, and as you also would expect in the 80s, he keeps finding dolls inside. With things stuck into them. It doesn’t seem to faze him until his sister’s ex-boyfriend is killed in a car “accident” after the popular kids at school say extremely anti-Semitic things to him. I’m not saying all people who admire garden slugs are Nazis, but there does seem to be a correlation between “homogeneous” gardening and “homogeneous eugenics.”

The boy who died, Blanchard, was also in possession of a tape with a recording of Billy’s mom, dad, and sister discussing her first sex party, complete with lots of gross moaning and “squelching” (this was the actual word on the Closed Captioning).

Billy is now full-on crazy, as any one who hears about the incest/gang-bang party that goes on down the hall. He starts to insist he sees dead bodies and is subsequently locked up in the hospital. His only ally is his friend Milo (who ALSO looks like a Menendez brother). They are both jerks to each other, but in the end they are the only non-orgy loving socialites.

The last 15 minutes of the film are super gross, and also super impressive, puppetry wise. It isn’t gory, just a LOT of KY Jelly. You’ll understand what that means when you see it. The “moral” of the story is a little right-on-the-nose. Actually what they do to noses is pretty gross. If you can’t deal with slugs, stay out of Beverly Hills. And sex parties.