

David Cronenberg's godawful directorial debut. A mess in nearly every way. Might as well be called: Night of the Living Rapists. Rape-horror is always self-important and arrogant every time and it's just as bad when you're watching it and you know the filmmaker doesn't really have a reason for making you sit through it. It's pretty much just an experiment to see how much substance Cronenberg can squeeze out of this series of sexual mutation scenes. There's even a sequence where one of the horny zombies (a non-thinking person is always a zombie- what else could explain The Republican Party?) tries to kill the main characters in a car crash- which would later be the story for Cronenberg's 1996 film, Crash. Only a few slim plusses here - the creepy "Starliner Apartments" slideshow at the beginning, Barbara Steele's bathtub scenes, and Lynn Lowry running in that black dress.


Wow... After watching so many bad damn new-millennium horror movies last year and this, I wanted a good movie so bad. Well, since then I've gotten a few. But now I feel I should have been a bit more specific. I wanted something good that would keep me awake. I love slow-moving, internal horror films with good acting. But this isn't just slow. It's quiet too. More old-fashioned thrilling than creepy, more writer-driven than actor or director-driven, too classical in all respects, and downright pretentious at times. Especially with all the scenes featuring Italian language that isn't translated into English. Do we have to hold up a card that says: "not all people speak Italian"?? Because I know that. The filmmakers here should have known it too. I give it credit where credit is due. Because it certainly does have its' moments. Especially the end. And the scene where the husband and wife are lost in the alley. And Hilary Mason and Julie Christie are perfect. But, I couldn't stand Donald Sutherland. And they did a lot better with the whole "she believes, he doesn't" thing when it was kept subtle. By the time he's drunk, I felt like shouting: "I don't care about him anymore. Can we kill him already?"

Is this a Gremlins rip-off or another one of those 80's homages / tributes to old 50's sci-fi scare flicks? Or is it both? Either way, there's no way this movie will ever escape the shadow of Gremlins. And all things considered, the fact that this movie is always compared to Gremlins isn't unfair either. Both feature perfect "little towns" with cute families and quasi-friendly townies. This one seems to have a little more attitude and the Critter creature design is a lot more impressive than the Gremlin creatures, but that film still remains better structured, tighter paced, darker, scarier, creepier, and more entertaining. Not to mention the intended humor in this film is all off. Harv is a bunch of missed opportunities, completely underdeveloped (the sheriff in Critters 2 was more interesting). They don't do anything with the religious stuff here. The bounty hunters are completely boring. The Hulk Hogan movie Suburban Commando had much funnier "aliens adjusting to Earth customs" jokes all around. The father is annoying. And... what's up with the daughter's boyfriend? He looks like he's supposed to be a creep, but he's just an alergic rich-kid type.


Re-watching this movie is a funny experience. It's not without its' flaws. Mostly, it begins and, to be honest... for awhile, all it has going for it is Jerry Goldsmith's score and the huge special effects which are still incredible today. It takes forever to make you care about any of the characters (except Carol Anne, who is SO adorable in this movie- Drew Barrymore as a child star had nothing on Heather O'Rourke). Finally, it happens. But it's more than 1-4th over by then. The more emotionally disheveled and frazzled the family gets, the better the acting is. I even grew to like the bratty eldest daughter who you never see, and I'm sure audiences had funny feelings about- seeing as how she always bailed whenever things got too sad, where Robbie never wanted to leave the house. Also- the religious stuff is overbearing and sappy instead of thought-provoking and completely heart-felt. But by that time in the movie, the scene with James Karen is so damn creepy- you're getting all kinds of chills. "Nobody's complained... until now." Jaws: eat your heart out!









