The Cinefamily says…
At the dawn of the '80s, Hong Kong horror had transformed into a slimy cinematic beast. Demonic possession was in vogue, and movie screens overflowed with poor hexed souls with bright green exploding boils, brand new fangs and claws, and heads that don't just rotate but split open and reveal more heads. But in Hong Kong, instead of vomiting green pea soup, the cursed downtrodden puke bugs, snakes and all manner of creepy-crawlies. And the worm-puking film to beat all worm-puking films is coming your way: Devil's Express! Worms, worms and more worms. We're talking a fixation of wormy sliminess so obsessive and lingering it borders on pornographic. This must set some kind of record for onscreen slimy, buggy gross-outs and grotesque black magic bug-outs. Coughing up worms, worms coming out of severed limbs, and guess what happens when you open up a chest cavity for surgery -- it's filled with squirmin' worms! Holy fucking shit, indeed. And as a added extra, we're gonna supply you with even more bonus footage of killer snakes, lewd lizards, and centipede horrors.
Dir. Jen Chieh Chang, 1981, 35mm, 86 min.