a list that is trying to contain every horror film made that is not lost and is found on the…
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In 1993, the Search for Extra Terrestrial Intelligence Project receives a transmission detailing an alien DNA structure, along with instructions on how to splice it with human DNA. The result is Sil, a sensual but deadly creature who can change from a beautiful woman to an armour-plated killing machine in the blink of an eye.
Naked Natasha on the prowl for a baby daddy. Michelle way before Heath. An unlucky hobo. A curious conductor. A fight with a blob. Mr. Blonde is a man of action. A hyper-sensitive Ghost Dog. Toilet ownage. The French Kiss of Death. A Samaritan's last good deed. A CSI flashes a boob. Alfred's hotel surprise turned nightmare. Nude carjacking. Gandhi's final swim. Alien hunting in a sewer. Baby aliens like to eat rats. Natasha Henstridge, the 90's version of Mathilda May.
Never before has the science fiction/horror genre been defined as completely as it has been in that Molina/Henstridge sex scene.
Some science-fiction films age badly. When the film in question was more famous for a bit of nudity than its actual story however, a revisit can prove deeply disappointing once the viewer has grown up a little. I remember Natasha Henstridge flashing her bits back in 1995 and finding her a rather effective and interesting addition to the alien genre, but with all due respect to director Roger Donaldson, this isn't that great.
When Ben Kingsley lays out the story of SIL to the gathered scientists, empath, and bounty-hunter, it makes perfect sense. The inclusion and mention of SETI and then an answer from outer space which has provided Kingsley and his cohorts with some dodgy DNA combinations, this then…
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Gandhi tries to gas Marilyn Monroe. Things go awry.
Gandhi hires a crack team made up of Doctor Octopus, Mr. Blonde, Ghost Dog and Catherine Willows (C.S.I specialist) to track down Monroe. Unbeknownst to them Marilyn Monroe has morphed into a giant vagina and spewed forth a Canadian fashion model with a thing for turning into a monster that has tentacles coming out of her nipples. Nevertheless our hardy team succeed in tracking her down and making things difficult for the mammary monster, so she decides to cut off her thumb and dye her hair in a bid to lose their scent. It kinda works.
Canadian fashion model takes the game to them and tricks Doctor Octopus into having smex…
This film exists because someone saw Alien and thought "Well..this is pretty good, but it clearly needs more nipple tentacles." The monster demands a mate!
The film opens immediately with a young blonde girl (a young Michelle Williams actually) trapped in a research facility (the one from The Fly 2?). She is project Sil, a hybrid between alien and human. As the researchers attempt to gas her to death, she escapes. It isn't long before she is fully grown and looking to mate with a human man. For some reason that takes a blonde bombshell a very long time. She hits the clubs, the sewers, and the motel from Memento. But the scientist has put together a special team of…
"We decided to make it female so it would be more docile and controllable. "
"More docile and controllable, eh? You guys don't get out much."
This is definitely a guilty pleasure of mine.
damn michael madsen.
Species is an amusingly bad horror film. An alien/human woman is grown in a lab, escapes, and tries to reproduce as a team of scientists tracks her down. This team includes Forest Whitaker as an "empath" and he makes a lot of stupidly obvious observations, repeating what other people say. Its hilarious. The film is an excuse to have a hot woman get naked and kill people and it works as entertainment.
This was a guilty pleasure of mine in high school. After a re-watch it really shows it's age. The cgi is awful!
However, the characters are great and it seems like everyone is having a great time making this. How they were able to get Ben Kingsley is beyond me.
Now I have to re-watch the sequel…
There are some moments where I thought, 'Yeah, this isn't half bad.' And then there were an overwhelming avalanche of moments where I thought, 'No, it's terrible.' So, not the worst, but glimmers of adequacy throughout. The cast is pretty strong, at least.
1995 Movielog #58
I immediately hated this movie - probably from the moment it became a certainty it was the designated film to watch (with my uni buddies, Adrian, Jin and Josh). There were moments when the film was laughably bad, but the inadvertent comedic factor wasn't consistent enough to get by on. Was the lady in this film supposed to be sexy? Not only am I not into blondes, but when she's a shapeshifting butt-ugly reptilian alien, there's absolutely zero appeal on any level.
Forest Whitaker plays a mentally handicapped man who "is psychic" yet is always stating the obvious... at least I hope that he was meant to be mentally challenged.
The main characters all enter a room with a bloody heap of a dead body on the floor. Everyone reacts in shock. Whitaker enters and states prophetically: "Something bad happened here."
His psychic powers are useful.
The main characters track down a car used by the alien hybrid on the side of the road. The gas tank is empty and the keys are left in the ignition. Whitaker sits in the driver seat and prophetically states: "She walked! She went that way!" and points down the road in the direction that the…
I'm doing a bit of catching up here, as I'm probably the last person on Letterboxd to see this mid nineties sci-fi horror hybrid. It actually felt like a serial killer film to me in some way, what with the motley crew of scientists, a bounty hunter, and a profiler (called an "empath" here) going after an alien creature that kills a number of victims before it finds the perfect match to mate with and produce more of its kind. I read up on the development of this film after seeing it, and a much more interesting film got sacrificed on the way to making what we have now - more emphasis was originally put on the development of themes…
Add another one to the pile of movies I'd have loved at the age of 12.
This is a profoundly dumb film, and yet it spoke to me. It's loaded with uncanny-valley CGI, gloppy practical FX, Dutch angles, lens flare, and about fifteen different bad UIs, among many hallmarks of 90s Hollywood cinema. But despite this, it's mostly aseptic in style, coming alive only in fits and starts when Sil dreams. The cast is great but has little to do except exposit: Ben Kingsley commits to the stiffest gait I've ever seen, and Forest Whitaker's best acting comes when he's had one too many Long Island Iced Teas. And all Alfred Molina has to do to get me to care…
"Horror is one of the most readily dismissed genres from critics and film buffs, yet is, arguably, the…