The Toxic Avenger

…a damned fun time at the movies with enough nods and references to please even the most diehard of Troma purists.

If “The Toxic Avenger” is anything like its predecessors, it’s thanks to Blair and his collaborators’ apparent love of anarchic gags that take great pleasure in their patent too-muchness.

This wildly surprising gem of a reboot—witty, goofy, and unexpectedly touching—is far better that it had any right to be.

A blood-soaked love letter addressed not just to a genre, but to the craft of filmmaking as a whole, “The Toxic Avenger” is more sentimental than one might expect from a movie with roughly a dozen appendage losses.

This toxic trash fest shouldn’t be slept on; watch it with your friends or your parents, it’s fun for all the family.

...it makes a canny argument for future installments: The quality of this reboot, its dutiful nods, and its end-credits sequel tease all clear a path for Toxie to explore stranger, grodier frontiers.