The cover gave me the idea this was going to be scary, but it was mainly hilarious.
Somewhere between They Live and Bad Taste... but with more boobs
Society kicks off like a naff cousin of Beverly Hills 90210—all plastic smiles, soft focus, and hair gel—before veering wildly into Cronenberg-meets-class-war territory. For most of the runtime, it flirts with satire but never fully leans in. The characters are shallow, the dialogue is cringeworthy, and the setting feels as synthetic as the leads' teeth. If it's meant to skewer the upper crust, the blade's pretty blunt—until the finale, when all bets are off.
The last ten minutes? Absolute chaos. Brian Yuzna lets rip, and Screaming Mad George earns his name with a gooey, grotesque set piece that's hard to forget. It's silly, yes—but also weirdly compelling. The rich aren't just out of touch—they're another species entirely. The metaphor isn't exactly subtle, but the way it's executed is so off-the-wall that it works.
It's not perfect—messy, uneven, often daft—but it leaves a mark. And that final sequence? Disgustingly delightful.