Encounter gay detective Luigi Mackeroni and experience his seedy, colorful world in New York City. But unlike most vantages of the Big Apple, this one is entirely Teutonic and representative of a cleaner scum that stalks the alleyways. To call his world perfect would be a homosexually charged lie but to call it safer would be a correct and logical assumption of a modern day world turned less ethnic. After all, the death of the west is upon us. Soon into the tale, we witness a key Hotel becoming home to a species of sentient condoms that sever a male's favorite appendage. As later uncovered, this manmade species requires no sleep, no food, and lives only to carry out orders from a strung-out religious sect also seen in Crimson Rivers II: Angels of the Apocalypse.
Soon into Killer Condom, it's revealed that the clockwork foundation of this film mainly mocks three things: homosexuals (while at the same time redeeming them), Sicilians, and least importantly, Christians. As every film before it in some way mocks Christ loving ways, the main humor is derived from making Wops look silly and culture crazed from something evidenced by the nonexistent. Entertainment at its finest. When Killer Condom's not lampooning goombahs it's focusing its targets on the homosexual, transsexual, and biasing out the heterosexual as being a balanced creature. All this and more makes Killer Condom a very dizzying experiment in politically incorrect humor that shines down some truth in the midst of a hypersexual drive that will leave room for many messy castrations and disgusting creatures that crave cock - and I'm not referring to the "killer condoms."
What has been created is a film that has reached the maximum height of memorability. People from all walks of life will discover this film in some way and always be tainted with its presence. Killer Condom is a film whose grasp you can never really escape from. It is performance art based in crude, vile, and vulgar entertainment. Whether or not you can manage to dismiss this film as trash, the theory of low quality cinema stands triumphant with a title - no, an image, that will never leave your mind. Be it years later when you're bedding down a local broad and that contraceptive on the tabletop casts a smug grin on your face when you recall a specific time when such low brow entertainment ignited a bonding effort on behalf of two people, Killer Condom is exactly what I go to the movies for. I want to laugh, I want to squirm, I want to feel. Being human isn't such a request and Killer Condom kindly fulfilled my wishes. One of the few classics that the Troma library has to offer. Don't miss Killer Condom.