Basket Case is a gloriously depraved little effort that puts the majority of exploitation schlock to shame.

Cult Director Frank Henenlotter’s other notable works are just as smutty and bizarrely realised, and each film exhibits a surprising level of depth in spite of its paper thin characters, second rate acting and degradation of just about every marginalised member of modern society you can dare to imagine. Later efforts Brain Damage and Frankenhooker took a rusted scalpel to drug abuse and prostitution respectively, and with Basket Case that kind of slapdash social surgery takes on a far more literal form.