Guardians Of The Galaxy appears like such a miracle of a film for any number of reasons. Chubby Parks And Recreation star Chris Pratt was turned into a sculpted ab-piled hunk, the two most engaging characters were a raccoon and a tree, and they were a superhero team even most comics readers were unfamiliar with. Oh, and then there was the director. James Gunn, after all, made his start not on other action films, or commercials, or however else Marvel hires people; hes a veteran of Troma, the cheap-and-cheerful B-movie production house that to this day puts out intentionally schlocky, offensive, gory, and ridiculous films like the gross-out sci-fi comedy Class Of Nuke Em High. Directed by three different people under various pseudonyms, the film focusses on a high school situated next to a nuclear power plant whose student body starts to mutate into something even more horrifying than regular teenagers. People smoke radioactive weed, mutant babies are spat into toilets. Good, wholesome sci-fi monster fun, if you can stomach it.