On its way to North Korea, the luxury yacht of a big pharma company is destroyed by a major, extremely literal shitstorm. The survivors get stranded in Tromaville, where the brilliant scientist Prospero is plotting his revenge on all the pharma execs who have immorally capitalized on his not-for-profit research. In what he calls his last movie, Troma boss Lloyd Kaufman has adapted Shakespeare’s Tempest as a shrewd, vulgar, anarchic gross-out satire of corporate culture and its lackeys—complete with gallons and gallons of bodily fluids, musical numbers, mutants, and the most magnificent anilingus in film history. A Tromasterpiece!