Clyde Surrell

Clyde Surrell, yeah, he’s that guy behind The Nostril Picker from 1993—a movie that’s basically the definition of “what the heck did I just watch?” It’s got this weird, trashy charm, like if you mashed up '90s low-budget horror with the wildest ideas someone could jot down after a midnight pizza binge. The plot? Oh, it’s bonkers. There’s this lonely, awkward dude who’s not exactly winning any popularity contests, and then, against all odds, he gets roped into this supernatural mess by a mysterious old witch. She’s not your Disney villain, more like a chain-smoking weirdo who gives him the power to turn into a teenage girl. Yeah. That’s the actual premise. So, our guy—suddenly rocking a high schooler’s look—dives into the world of teenage girls, but not for wholesome reasons. Nope. He’s got a pretty twisted agenda, and, let’s just say, people around him start dropping like flies. The movie bounces between gross-out humor, slasher vibes, and moments so awkward you’ll want to cover your eyes. There’s this almost punk energy to the whole thing, rough around the edges and absolutely unapologetic about being weird. It’s not exactly Oscar material, but it does have this cult following among people who enjoy their horror with a side of “can you believe this actually got made?” Surrell’s work here? It’s outrageous, it’s weirdly memorable, and honestly, you’ll probably never forget it—even if you wish you could.