HOLLYWOOD-MONSTER (1987) 1/2* The definitive moment is early, when there's some awful pop song about imagination, written by some clod who obviously doesn't have one. They take the moronic kid from Gremlins, and pretend that he's capable of functioning in an apartment chock full o' electronic gizmos that must be the rejects from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. They they have an errant clock be haunted by a disreptuable-looking entity who's a cross between E.T. and a dirty old man and a fatality of a dust mop. And they deign to show this on the Horror Channel! Well, appropriately enough, even though it's not scary. Well, not frightening. It's all too stupid to talk about, except for Paul Gleason, who's very funny as the asshole.
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