First things first, why isn't People magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive" not a title that Clooney, McConaughey, Cruise, etc. have to try to wrestle away from Gerrit Graham every single year? He seems to be the clear choice.
Anyway, he's a blast here along with Mary Woronov as a couple stuck somewhere between 70s swingers and 80s yuppies. He buys a newfangled satellite TV which of course is a teleportation device for slimy, drippy, rubbery, spectacularly practical aliens.
This is something that could only have come from the 80s, a candy-colored, purposefully artificial slime factory that has the tone of a kid's movie despite being R rated (though it would easily be PG-13 today, except maybe for the cartoonishly pornographic artwork on the walls). It's all very silly, but it's also very fun, a total sugar rush that isn't like anything else out there.