There were two sides to the late and great Japanese director Kinji Fukusaku. When directing a genre picture in his native language, we get hard boiled yakuza films, gritty urban dramas or dystopian action nightmares like his infamous adaptation of

. When he’s acting as a director-for-hire on English language low budget science-fiction thrillers such as the

knockoff

or tongue in cheek silliness like

, Fukusaku lets his inner schlock peddling goofball go hog wild. The story of a stowaway alien virus that can reproduce itself at a geometric rate as terrified humans fight for survival,

announces itself from the get go as sheer unadulterated camp. From the cheesy theme song to the cheap looking models and even cheaper looking green screen effects, there’s no way you can possibly take this thing seriously. The sillier it gets, the more enjoyable the whole hunk of cornball becomes.