This geek wants to impress some douchebags, so he lets the Devil turn him into "Hunk Golden", a cat so perfect that he has self-cleaning teeth and doesn't even get hangovers. (He looks like a fucking queer though.) Sounds like a decent enough excuse to show some tits, so it's too bad there are no tits in this movie. That's right, this is a 1980s "nerd strikes back: the wrath of nerd" movie with no tits. Is that even legal? The story had one twist I didn't see coming and there are a couple of cool ideas (like the hypodermic pen for signing contracts in blood), but the problem is that none of this shit is funny, and I'm pretty sure this is supposed to be a comedy. Where's the hilarious revenge? Where's the huge, zany party? Where's the bad guys getting burned by their own petard and then falling into the swimming pool that was previously drained and filled with dog crap in anticipation of just such a misadventure? For real, if ever a movie needed madcap antics it's this one, but all anybody does is hang around. What's the fucking point? I hope they didn't think that their plot was so fascinating that it would hold our interest all by itself without the help of antics or tits, because I've got news for them: Duh.

This movie is a hunk all right. Of shit.