Tromeo and Juliet

Troma pours Shakespeare through a wood chipper and comes out with a New Jersey feud, body piercings, a rubbery mutation nobody who sees it forgets, and Lemmy from Motorhead reading the prologue in full leather. It was co-written by a young James Gunn, years before Marvel let him do essentially the same thing with a bigger budget, and his fingerprints are all over the gleeful bad taste. Lloyd Kaufman directs it as pure gross-out affection for both the source and cheap film, and the tagline promised body piercing, Kama Sutra and cars crashing, which fairly summarises the contents. Dumb on purpose and funnier than it has any right to be. The strongest case for Troma the studio ever put on screen.