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I resisted this movie for years as it stared up at me from the video store shelf every time I browsed the psychotronic movies selection, but I finally succumed to the promise of the cover image of a woman in a bikini with an alligator head holding a ray gun. (What could possibly go wrong with that setup?) I find it hard to resist movies where people turn into reptiles, but of course, it turned out to be worse than advertised with not even much shape-shifting into alligators. We see far more female bare breasts that beasts, including some viewed through a pair of x-ray glasses. The plot is so absurd that it's hardly worth mentioning, but I'll try, since I wasted 80 minutes on it and I want to do something to justify my time.
At a secret military base in Texas that's identified by a road sign, people named General Mills, Colonel Sanders, Dr. Kildare, and Dr. Goodbody and other scientists in white lab coats are creating weapons for the military. One is a sexual hologram interface terminal that makes movies out of someone's sex fantasies. Another is a mind control machine for brainwashing. And a third is a replicator, an organic digital replication genetic coding scrambler, that we are told works like the Star Trek transporter, disassembling a human into digital computer data then re-assembling it. But this machine doesn't work the way it's supposed to work - it turns men into women. Somehow, two or three of the machines get combined, and the brainwash machine is modified to turn women into "rampant numphomaniac" slaves by it's evil-laughing creator who wants to create an army of nymphomaniac soldiers that only he can control. One re-assembled women's intelligence is increased significantly, but with the side effect that they turn into alligators, or "gator babes" after they have sex. One guy who is killed by a nympho gator babe even turns into a gay zombie. Things get really crazy after one of the re-assembled nympho pre-gator babes invents a portable replicator ray gun.
The alligator costumes (just heads mostly) are not going to win any awards. And never do you see a bikini babe with a gator head as they show in the advertising, so don't expect that. But the whole movie is played as comedy, so realistic costumes would be totally out of place. Fortunately, the movie is never once meant to be frightening or thrilling in the least, only titillating. Unfortunately, it's neither funny nor titillating.