This is one of the first Full Moon movies I’ve ever seen that was scored by Blue Oyster Cult, so even if the movie sucked, there’s a good chance the movie rocks by default. Blue Oyster Cult manages to provide a raucous and rocking soundtrack for what is generally a cheesy and absolutely goofy piece of early nineties schlock, but it has genuine camp value in its corner, as well as the always attractive Martha Quinn as a heroine.
“Bad Channels” is, much like a lot of Full Moon fixtures, filled with padding that is just so blatant but hilarious at the same time. It’s so utterly goofy and so typical of the early nineties that you can’t help but enjoy it when the film is clearly taking up the run time to compensate for the lack of story. Whenever the alien menace possesses a girl it plans to kidnap over the radio it makes the woman hallucinate that she’s dancing to a hard rock band who performs in the style of a music video for five minutes. She dances to the entire song, and once the song is over she’s sucked in to the airwaves and held captive in a small bottle. It’s so utterly ridiculous that I couldn’t help but giggling through most of it.
But damn it if I just didn’t get a head rush of nineties nostalgia from it, that I just let it slide most of the time. There isn’t much about the film that makes sense, as it’s strictly a film with the intent on shining a spotlight on early nineties surrealism and pop. I don’t know why an alien mastermind would take over a local radio station that’s probably only listened to by a hundred people, when it could take over a major radio station reaching millions. I don’t understand why the alien race only sends one of its drones and a robotic helper.
But “Bad Channels” doesn’t always seem so focused on displaying reason or rationale with its narrative. It’s just a bold and unique science fiction comedy with a tone that’s absolutely insane to experience from start to finish. It’s safe to say Full Moon never made anything as batshit crazy as this ever again and it’s likely we’ll never see anything as off the wall or original as “Bad Channels” for a very long time. With endless meandering in to nonsense, and musical numbers for no apparent reason, “Bad Channels” is a film that really has to be seen to be believed, and then re-watched to be sure you’re not tripping balls.