I don’t understand the cult status of Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. Of the ten minutes of it I could stand to watch sometime in the mid-1980s, I recall thinking it was completely terrible. And not terrible in an entertaining way or particularly distinctive way. Just terrible like lots of things–especially B-movies–produced in the late 1970s tend to be.
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But I’ve been known to be overly-judgmental. (NOT THAT I’M WRONG.)
Anyway, my disdain for the movie doesn’t sully my appreciation of a delightful Attack of the Killer Tomatoes cake.
‘Cause, you know… everything’s better as cake. Or with Lobo.*
* See if I’m wrong. That ridiculous show “Dancing with the Stars”? It’d be better with Lobo. Gigli? Better with Lobo. Justin Bieber? Lobo would *definitely* set that shit straight.