Horace Grimm

Horace Grimm, man, what a name to be remembered for something as wild as The Nostril Picker. Released in ’93, it’s the sort of movie that just screams “cult classic” the second you hear about it, mostly because it’s so off-the-wall you almost can’t believe someone actually made it. The story follows Joe, this extremely awkward, downright creepy dude who seriously doesn’t blend in anywhere. He’s basically invisible to everyone, which, honestly, is probably for the best because he’s not exactly charming. So, Joe crosses paths with this mysterious, kind of sketchy guy who offers him a chance to change his life with a spell. Yeah, a spell. Not your typical self-improvement seminar. The catch? It lets him transform into a teenage girl. Not going to lie, it’s as unsettling as it sounds. Joe uses this new “talent” for all the wrong reasons—he infiltrates a local high school and, well, things get dark, fast. There’s all the weird, sleazy humor and downright gross-out moments you’d expect from a low-budget ’90s horror flick. Grimm’s film doesn’t shy away from the bizarre or the uncomfortable, which is probably why people still talk about it decades later. It’s gritty, it’s weirdly mesmerizing, and it absolutely does not care about crossing lines. Think of it as one of those movies you watch just to see if it can really be as messed up as people say. Spoiler: it totally is.