A chameleon alien meets a sexually hyperactive human, who lubricates her every transformation. If they aren't making love, they're talking about it, but the only blip on the sexual radar screen comes from second unit shots of army combat.
In the future, True World Forces (TWF) has perfected martial law as a social panacea. When an extraterrestrial named Amelia threatens their grip on the populace, General Mills (Sam Scarber) fakes an earthquake in order to evacuate the city, orders his troops to gun down Amelia, and consolidate
power by clearing the streets of radicals and criminals. His primary opponents are Joe Blow (Tom Kenny), a rebel DJ who transmits illegal broadcasts, and soldier boy Weed (Stephen Baldwin), who meets Amelia and can't put patriotism before lust.
Despite the disapproval of his friend Payne (David Rasche), Weed protects Amelia, who changes racial identities and shapes on contact. As the TWF scores a bullseye by poisoning Joe Blow and his resistance assistant, Amelia tells Weed that she suffers from a DNA-shifting disorder, aggravated by
recreational sex. Desperate to return home for treatment, Amelia lectures the violent earthling soldiers before boarding her homebound spaceship with Weed.
The makers of DEAD WEEKEND were not bold enough to stretch the limits of sci-fi satire. Neither the plot nor the characters ever move from point A to point B. Bullets fly, gums flap, bodies writhe, and little happens. There is much talking to pad the film, and everyone winds up sounding like
patients at an impotency clinic for Trekkies. One even tires of Baldwin bedding his one-woman UN.
With its anti-government patter and moronic debasement of sexual politics, DEAD WEEKEND is a comedy of Eros that may be fully appreciated only by immature young men who can't look at a woman without mentally unsnapping her brassiere. (Violence, extreme profanity, extensive nudity, sexual
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