At first, Killer Condom might seem to have a lot in common with such amusingly titled, incompetently made Troma films as Class Of Nuke 'Em High, Ferocious Female Freedom Fighters, and Teenage Catgirls In Heat. But though the German-made Killer Condom does deal with dangerous prophylactics, it's a genuine oddity even for a Troma film. For one thing, it takes place in a surrealistic New York City, where everyone from flag-waving politicians to bumpkin tourists speaks impeccable German. For another, the micro-budgeted yet technically impressive Killer Condom treats its homosexual characters—from its gay tough-cop protagonist (Udo Samel, who gives as textured and multi-dimensional a performance as anyone could give in a film called Killer Condom) to its pathetic-yet-humane ex-cop drag-queen comic relief—with far more dignity than it affords its heterosexual characters. Samel stars as a world-weary cop who stumbles upon a plague of condoms that brandish sharp teeth and castrate their users during sex. But while the idea of sinister prophylactics hints at a Cronenberg-like repulsion toward sex and the human body, Killer Condom is less a horror film than a dark, erratic, Delicatessen-like comedy, albeit one with somewhat labored AIDS metaphors and a surprisingly sweet message of tolerance and acceptance. The actual killer condoms themselves, apparently designed by professional misanthrope H.R. Giger, are cheap but interesting creations, alternately anthropomorphically cuddly and genuinely unsettling.