Ann Flood

Ann Flood, yeah, her name pops up if you’ve ever stumbled across The Nostril Picker. This flick from ‘93—honestly, it’s one of those so-bad-it’s-good horror oddities that makes you wonder if everyone was just trying to out-weird each other back in the day. The story? It’s a bizarre ride. You’ve got this loner dude, Joe, who’s about as socially awkward as they come. He gets roped into this absolutely nuts situation with a sketchy, mysterious stranger—because, of course, right? The guy gives Joe the ability to shape-shift into a teenage girl, which sounds like a set-up for some high-concept drama but, nah, it’s more like a fever dream gone sideways. Joe uses his new “talent” to infiltrate a local high school, pretty much blending in with the students who have no clue there’s a grown man in their midst. The vibe is weird, uncomfortable, and totally campy. Instead of making friends or, I dunno, living a better life, he starts targeting the girls one by one. The movie doesn’t pull any punches—it’s sleazy, grimy, and not exactly subtle about anything. Ann Flood’s involvement kind of cements its spot in cult horror territory. The acting? Let’s just say you’re not getting Oscar-worthy performances here. But that’s part of the charm, if you can call it that. The Nostril Picker lives on mostly because it’s so outrageous, people can’t help but talk about it, laugh at it, or even cringe a bit.