Ozone (1993) - J.R Bookwalter.

While industrious indie S.O.V impresario Bookwalter never truly eclipsed his beloved zombie cult 'The Dead Next Door, it might be suggested that his frequently hallucinatory, hokily hybridized urban horror Ozone has become no less of a fan favourite. Dedicated, burnt-out cop Eddie Boone's (James R. Black) dogged investigation of new, deadly transmogrifying street drug Ozone, causes him to become partially infected, and via the schlocky admixture of gonzo B-movie ballyhoo, rudimentary CGI and gorgeously globby practical FX, Eddie discovers the terrible truth...but is he already too late? Ozone remains an amusingly odd duck, much of the film-making is competent, and Mr. Black delivers a credible performance, thereby making the undeniably goofy elements appear that much goofier, which, happily, is no bad thing! To state that the low budget Ozone is a tad uneven is like saying Pompeii is kinda dusty, and that Carmen Miranda wore a fruity-looking hat! While I don't believe the porcine, sublimely gross, batrachian kingpin DeBartolo's dopey scheme for world domination is altogether sound, but it psychotronically provides for splendidly eccentric S.O.V entertainment.