Being a horror fan can sometimes be like being a junkie. What do you do when typical American slasher fare just isn't cutting it anymore? What about when you're bored of British black comedy, or ghostly Japanese kids? You seek out a new thrill, something that no one has really seen before.

I'm learning that when you need a fix like this, you go to Indonesia. I'm really racking up those frequent horror miles. (Groan. Sorry.)

In Mondo Macabro's recently rediscovered MYSTICS IN BALI, one of the best DVD releases of the year, we're introduced to a new evil: the Leyak. Disguised as a New York City homeless man, a Leyak is actually a magical witch – a Bali mystic, if you will – who, for reasons beyond me, like to send it's acolytes to munch on caramelized, unborn babies right out of the mother's belly, straight from her, um, Indonesian lady parts. But even that's pretty normal compared to all the other wackiness that's going on in this flick!

When an pseudo-American girl with extremely hairy, damn-near feminist-pleasing arm-pits gets entangled in this Asian web of stop-motion black magic, because, apparently, she's writing a book about evil magic around the world (although I seriously doubt she can even read), she undergoes bizarre transformations, including as a floating head (complete with her wet, glistening entrails dragging behind) and as a large-breasted, humanoid pig demon. She's completely under the influence of the comically evil Leyak, so it's up to her impeccably mustached Indonesian boyfriend Mahendra (and his Ocean Pacific tank-tops) to expel the demon from her being, with the help of his martial arts uncle (?), who can float around in a blue-laser bubble at will (kind of like in EXPLORERS!) and shoot magical fire-balls like it's nobody's business.

Directed by the King of Indonesian horror (yes, there is one!), H. Tjut Djalil, you almost wish you could track him down, give him a couple of bucks and hire him to make a movie here in America. I want a movie with floating baby-eating heads and big-uddered pig women to call my own. Between this, and THE DEVIL'S SWORD (another Mondo Macabro release that completely blew my mind), the only two Indonesian films I can honestly admit to watching, I am hooked. I need more of this stuff. I love over the top, horrible rendered-yet-lovingly socially incorrect horror, and these guys are doling it out like methadone at the free clinic. Is there some NAFTA addendum we can get about this?

While I wait for my congressman to write up that clause, I guess I'll just keep sucking up Mondo Macabro's output, much like the Leyak suck blood from a jar with its straw-like tongue. (Nice reference, right?)