The year was 1987. Family Ties was at what was arguably the height of its popularity. Everyone wanted to be part of the Keaton family and many young women (and some men!) wanted to date and/or sleep with Mallory's boyfriend, who was played with Scott Valentine. Seems like it's the perfect time to branch out into film, right?

Enter My Demon Lover. (Pun not intended, but realized after that sentence.)

What is this film about? Well, it's about a woman who has the worst taste in and luck with men. One guy dumps her for throwing herself a birthday party. Another makes her want to swear off guys forever. So what's a young woman in New York to do when a hunky and homeless street performer starts wooing her?

Did you say take him home? If you did, then you win the prize. However gasp! The homeless guy turns into a demon when he gets a Mr. Happy! And he may be responsible for killing umpteen young women! And he received his curse while he was playing "doctor" with one of his female schoolmates during middle school!

With so much cringe and bad practical effects, this movie is just begging to be riffed. I think I like state street press's quote on this:

"The demon lover hobo at the film’s center is a walking, breathing personification of street harassment, the kind of scummy cretin who must’ve scattered & disappeared when Giuliani cleaned up Times Square in the 1990s. "