By Susan Chumsky
Updated May 13, 1994 at 04:00 AM EDT

Like David Lynch’s Blue Velvet, this nature doc opens with a shot of a prototypical American house, then zooms in to reveal that all is not as tidy and bright as it seems. In this case, though, the creepy-crawly cohabitants of 118 Green Street — oozy termites, quivering carpet beetles, even follicle mites nesting in the roots of family members’ eyelashes — are the literal rather than metaphorical subjects to be examined under a microscope. With impressive photographic techniques, and Buck Henry’s chirpy narration, this benign gross-out, The Secret Life of 118 Green Street, makes parasites fun, especially for the frog-in-the-lunch-box set.