Man, I've been reading about the zombie vs. shark scene for years but nobody ever told me how haunting and visually poetic it was. That's in keeping with this whole endeavor, really. It's deservedly known as an extreme gore flick, but save for an infamous eyeball sequence, it never really falls into the "Hey, get a load of this fucked up shit we're pulling off" camp. This is something more melancholy and dread-filled. It really does feel like at least…
A group of bickersome poachers uncovers some eggs in the forest and gets attacked by a big-nosed alien. Meanwhile a band of bickersome pop stars heads for a weekend in the forest where they'll get attacked by a big-nosed alien. Meanwhile a bickersome family has a house in the forest where they unwittingly provide lodging for and eventually get attacked by a big-nosed alien.
This is a tricky one for me to judge objectively, as it was the film that…
Look, obviously when a movie starts out with Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing on a Trans-Siberian train battling an otherworldly shapeshifter that eats brains with its eyes, eventually you're going to get around to Telly Savalas in a deep red smoking jacket beating the hell out of a Rasputinesque monk in a crowded dining car. Fortunately, the stylish execution makes up for the same-old same-old plot.