Poor Henry Fudd is a complete loser. In his early 40’s he works a dead end job, still lives at home with his nagging mother and gets his jollies by peeping through windows and watching strangers have sex in the park. But things are about to change for Henry after he picks up an exotic plant from a local street vendor. All of Henry’s desires are about to fulfilled, but at what cost to himself and those around him?

Please Don’t Eat My Mother is simply a poor man’s rip off of the Roger Corman classic Little Shop of Horrors, except with cornier story and a ton of sex and nudity. Seriously this movie has more bush than the Australian outback!

Our hero-slash-loser, Henry shuffles his way through his life and has really redeeming qualities to his person, but that changes when he picks up a talking plant. Taking the plant home Henry soon finds out that his little plant will grow if he is able to feed it a special food source, that being flesh and blood. At first Henry supplies his plant with stray animals from the neighborhood and local pounds, but eventually and by accident the plant soon gets a taste for human flesh. As long as Henry feeds his plant well, the plant helps out Henry by allowing him to first fornicate with the victims before devouring them whole.

This little arrangement goes along fine until Henry’s nosey mother begins to wonder what’s going on in his bedroom. This leads into Henry’s ultimate decision to either lose his loving mother, or his half-ass brothel.

This flick is really nothing more than a T&A skinfest, with a big cheap looking plant that gulps down folks with a little fake blood sprayed on the walls as it happens. I mean this flick is full of she-wool and breasts, but don’t fret ladies there is even ample amounts of man-hair as well. Honestly during one close up scene I couldn’t tell whether some one was grooming a wookie or looking for a needle in a shag carpet until the camera pulled back, I truly believe that the razor was nonexistent in the 70’s.

Please Don’t Eat My Mother is honestly nothing short of the Little Shop of Horrors script, with liberal amounts of White-Out taken to it, nothing more and nothing less.

2 of 10