Concluding our lovingly curated season of films that rhyme with the word yeast is Christopher Thies' 1992 blue collar horror rip in the space-time continuum, Winterbeast.

This cosmic misuse of precious 8mm film stock to record an hour and a quarter of quasi transcendent anti-acting interspersed with instances of hectically spastic stop-motion animation is indeed a horrifying and unhinging ordeal in completely and precisely none of the ways Thies intended. A flesh burrowing Native American skull maggot and the screaming red tartan jacket genius of space-thespian Bob Harlow portraying an arch intersex nightmare club/cult boss in no small way assist in WINTERBEAST’s soaring triumph of some quality not as yet understood by mankind.