With the inordinate amount of this garbage I subject myself to on a regular basis it’s no wonder I’m off my rocker. The film begins with what could only be described as fish porn as Dr. Z narratively fondles himself over a multitude of fish species, pontificating about taking over the world or some shit, cut to the good doctor wandering aimlessly while some ridiculous folk song about revenge is played over the credits, and then more fish porn. So all this culminates into Dr. Z turning himself into a fishman in his magic wading pool of science; although he ends up looking more like some kind of ass-sucking aquatic aardvark. The rest of the film consists of the fishman swimming around local ponds spraying what looks to be a bottle of semen everywhere in an attempt to mutate all the marine life into angry killing machines or something. There’s some kind of weird sidebar about all these catfish walking across people’s lawns but there’s nothing that really comes of it other than a couple scenes of catfish flopping about on some grass. Apparently that’s all part of the fishman’s nefarious plan for WORLD DOMINATION!!! Anyway, the fish guy likes to creep around and then strangle his victims awkwardly (except for the one scene where he inexplicably turns into a vampire), when he’s not drawing pictures on his giant wheel of science misfortune back at the lab. People keep turning up dead, and the locals are freaked and act accordingly. Fortunately, there’s a team of scientists in jumpsuits that roll up in their science Winnebago to determine the cause of all this madness; just in time to provide the fishman another nubile young lady to steal in an attempt to create a fish concubine to slap nasties with (the first one ended in disaster and a vat of acid, you see).
It’s not ALL bad. Blood Waters of Dr. Z does have quite a few WTF moments that make the whole thing somewhat worthwhile including a weird out of place scene where a group of hippies (lead by folk singer Jamie DeFrates, who wrote the songs for the film) singing about Jesus march behind the town Sheriff so he can lock them up in the jail for safe keeping. And god damn if the song isn’t catchy as fuck too.
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