Wicked World (1991) Barry J. Gillis.

Spawned from the same tweaked mind as Canadian horror cult 'Things', resembling  the madly misanthropic progeny  of H.G Lewis's The Gore Gore Girls',  Barry J. Gillis's similarly warped follow-up is no less unhinged!  The appropriately monikered 'Wicked World' is lurid proof positive that gratuitous violence, gratuitous nudity, gratuitous narration and gratuitous tan lines are NEVER gratuitous!  Driven incandescently mad by a searing hatred of mankind, drenched in downbeat delirium, the deliciously demented death-spree of this sinisterly storytelling serial killer are not soon forgotten! 

Weirdly, the shoestring budget merely tightens the addictive mania of this gloriously wrong-headed mindfuck! Having all the dramatic nuance of an improvised school nativity play, like an especially gruesome car-wreck, 'Wicked World' proves morbidly irresistible, one is compelled to watch! Suspending disbelief simply won't cut it, to more fully experience the apocalyptic sensibilities of 'Wicked World', viewers must be willing to temporarily detach themselves from reality! Accept the unacceptable, digest the indigestible, and fathom the unfathomable,  like culinary eccentricities laverbread, and surstromming, 'Wicked World' is, perhaps, an acquired taste!