Brian Yuzna
Society - The Horror

Your name is Billy Whitney, and you're a lucky heir of a bourgeois family from Beverly Hills. Yes, exactly 90210. Life flows with satisfaction, as is fitting for a boy so fortunate, but strangely something troubles you. It's hard to say what it is: strange nightmares, visions, a sense of discomfort towards your parents, your sister, your affluent friends, and the perpetual feeling that something is being plotted behind your back. Well, maybe it's just normal adolescent conflicts, a side effect of hormones running wild in their frantic race to adulthood, or maybe, more simply, your folks are just a bit of idiots? That's more or less what the psychologist told you too, giving you some pills just to calm you down a bit, who, oddly enough, is also quite a friend of your parents, and maybe he's plotting behind your back too, who knows... In short, who, at your age, wouldn't tell family and friends to go to hell? Who doesn't feel a bit persecuted by what surrounds you? Well, dear Billy, your case is special, you know well that what you saw yesterday when you got home doesn't happen to all the pimple-faced teens of this damned America. Are you ashamed to say what you saw? And I believe it, Billy, that you're ashamed, in fact, come to think of it, I don't even know if you've left your villa since. Come on, I will inform the others of what you saw daddy, mommy, little sister, and all of their beautiful friends doing. But most importantly, I'll say what they are, because, Billy, it's not normal, and you have to explain to me how your father managed to enter your mother and smile at you from her beautiful rubbery backside.

The debut work of Brian Yuzna, a kick in the face to the American bourgeoisie, here represented by monstrous rubbery beings, slugs intent on feeding on the poor and mating in frenzied and blasphemous orgies. Corrupt and corrupting society, which isolates or subjugates to its shady purposes those who are different or, simply, those who don't want to conform. Aliens not from distant spaces, but grown among us, stealing our traditions and our soul. The diseased part of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. A jubilation of obscenities, with a bitter meaning between the lines: among so much alienness, the most alien is Billy himself...