Sometimes, the more absurd something is, the better it can looked upon when its aged. Perhaps that will be the fate of Body Bags. With the exception of John Carpenter's little interludes between the acts, this film just reeks. Its not even funny, which has always been kind of a trademark with Carpenter's overly elongated career. This should have been an clear indication that Carpenter's career was going down the drain. But does anyone listen? NOO!
