This suffers from Henenlotter Imposter Syndrome, meaning for most of the time watching it I was thinking about Frank Henelotter and wishing I was watching one of his movies instead. Bad Milo strives for Henenlotter’s tone and wacky worldview without ever quite getting there. Still, I enjoy the practical rubbery puppet work and I’ll watch Gillian Jacobs in anything. I wish this pushed the body horror into nastier, messier territory – this is about a creature that comes out of a guy’s ass after all – rather than coasting on icky suggestion for the most part. It feels like this would be better served as a twenty minute short. but the central idea and imagery is vivid and likely not something I’ll forget any time soon.