Erecting a Monster: Fully Erect Edition

Erectile Dysfunction Has Never Been This Hilariously Horrific.

A penis hasn’t made me laugh this hard in ages—and I’ve laughed at some pretty outrageous things (please, just take the irony, you didn’t know you needed in your life).

Victor (Jon Devlin) faces a nightmare most men dread: erectile dysfunction. Out of this misfortune, Delvin has crafted something gloriously twisted.

“Erecting a Monster” is a brilliant double entendre that sets the tone for the literal and metaphorical monstrosities to come.

Both Devlin’s direction and performance are pathetic yet sympathetic, turning absurdity into something hilariously memorable.

From his frustrated stares in the bathroom mirror to his increasingly ridiculous attempts at a cure, his deadpan desperation anchors the chaos.

He’s not a hero—just a man utterly out of his depth—which makes his plunge into a world of murderous dildos and parasitic phalluses a riotous spectacle.

The film unfolds in an anthology format, stitched together from three short-films made between 2022 and 2024. Each chapter feels distinct yet cohesive, escalating into a half-hour of surreal, gore-soaked comedy.

The film toys with loaded questions—what makes a man a man, and a woman a woman?—without ever pretending to offer serious answers.

Instead, it leans into absurdity and shock value, somewhere between “Bad Milo” and a sex toy gone rogue: grotesque, hilarious, and wrong in exactly the right ways.

Beneath the slime and chaos lies a sharper critique. “Erecting a Monster” takes a jab at how far sexualization has spiraled in modern culture. While society preaches equality and self-expression, it simultaneously drowns in extremes of desire and dominance.

Jon Devlin distills that tension into carnage—laughing at it, bleeding it dry, and turning it into satire.

The parasitic monster becomes a manifestation of cultural sickness: toxic dynamics of masculinity and femininity, unchecked desire, and grotesque impulses with minds of their own.

This isn’t just gross-out comedy—it’s exploitative critique that revels in its own excess.

“Erecting a Monster” is a delirious blend of exploitation, splatter-humor, nudity, and tongue-in-cheek provocation. Its low budget only amplifies the Troma-style absurdity, but leading to its own language.

The practical effects are a highlight—deliberately fake, gloriously squishy, and drenched in gushing blood.

Far from a flaw, the harsh lighting and shaky camerawork reinforce the film’s grimy, gritty texture. Grotesque, unapologetic, and above all—fun.

“Erecting a Monster” proves that sometimes the biggest laughs come from the smallest failures—and that even erectile dysfunction can rise to the occasion.