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A semi-macho park ranger, a half Indian chopper pilot, and a tree hugging lunatic fond of dressing in bathroom rugs team up to take on a brown bear with black legs (new species i guess) that has been knocking the Heinz 57 out of everyone in its path. the coincidences to Jaws in this thing are many, hell even the three main characters are an out and out apeing of Brody (the ranger), Quint (the pilot) and Hooper (the naturalist). this thing even goes as far as to having the half native American pilot recount a story of a grizzly herd, yes herd, gone wild and wiping out an entire Indian camp not unlike the sharks that decimated the crew of the USS Indianapolis. Comparisons to or rip-offs from a far superior film aside, Grizzly is pretty darn entertaining as it degenerates into a laugh riot pretty quickly featuring Technicolor blood aplenty and memorable lines like "while you were sitting on your ass the past ten years I was making this forest a part of me!" wow. in the end i couldn't help but feel bad for the great griz as hes chased down by a chopper and finally gets his due courtesy of a bazooka that apparently fires nuclear war heads. definitely worth a watch or two. best scene: a toss up between evil Yogi tearing off a toddlers leg (shown in full) or the disturbing wide eyed grin a creepy camper gives his girl right before she ends up a chew toy.

My favorite riff from High School Big Shots airing on the best show ever. While being aired on MST3K is a sure sign of being a clunker this film actually has a bit to offer and the story has been regurgitated countless times in bigger budget modern day action pictures, Dead Presidents and Revevoir Dogs (which is itself a shot by shot rip off of a Hong Kong action picture) to name a couple. Not to say H.S.B.S was any sort of originator but it's certainly watchable without the zingers flying from Mike and the Bots. This thing oozes cheese but it also maintains a nice grit. Poor Marv gets screwed out of a sure college scholarship after being duped by some bimbo, dad's a suicidal drunk, the big heist is an obvious debacle waiting to happen and when it does unravel people die. Like I said , High School Big Shot wasn't an originator but it has it's imitators and thats something you can't say for many MSTied movies.

Christopher plays Eric Binford, a generally unlikable film geek who by day putts around on his scooter delivering posters. By night however he sits around in his undies and a blazer watching old movies and being tormented by his wheelchair bound Aunt. He's disliked at by co workers and can only find solace in his love of movies. It figures that when mean ole Auntie attacks his prized projector with no remorse that Erics fragile mind goes KABLAM! and he sends her Evil Keneiveling in her wheelchair down the staircase. It's from that point on that Eric starts dispatching any enemies he has dressed as various film icons. Dracula, the Mummy, Hop a Long Cassidy, Cody Jarret. After Eric has his dream idea for a big budget picture stolen by a greasy producer he really loses it and rents an old car with suicide doors and some how gets a tommy gun and exacts a humorous revenge. Dare you not to laugh at the "Happy Birthday Sucker!" line. I also dare you not to cringe during the Marilyn poster on the ceiling scene, Dave Stoller how could you?? Well after Eric has wiped out half of California it all climaxes, of sorts, in White Heat "top of the world ma!" finale. This movie is only barely tolerable and its really a standout in the high on concept low low low on execution department. I think Dennis should have stayed on his Masi and Tim Thomerson shouldn't be allowed to make any other films except for a sequel to The Wrong Guys. "Watch out for that pancake Duke!!" haha, almost as classic as Breaking Away. 4/10

A widely different take on the vampire genre yes, better than Lost Boys...nah. This has it's moments to be sure, Paxton is great, Jenette Goldstein effective, Jenny Wright beautiful, Adrian Pasdar on par. Lance Henriksen mugs a little too much and Josh Miller as Homer can be flat out annoying. He's slightly less distracting in this than in Rivers Edge. Maybe it's time for an Electric Shoes reunion. At any rate some bunk editing and gaping plot holes make it hard to say that this at the level of the Lost Boys. I'm not saying that Lost Boys is the almighty of vampire pictures it's just that these two films are constantly compared due to their release dates. Now I wanna say I enjoy Near Dark wholly. Bill Paxton delivers big time as Severn and Jenny Wright is amazing to look at as well as turning in a great job as the on the fence vamp-clan member Mae. The gore is there and the idea on the whole is downright brilliant it just suffers from to many inconsistencies to be A list horror. Wait is that an oxymoron?

Things I learned viewing Kingdom of the Spiders. Things aren't all that peaceful in peaceful Verde Valley. Rack Hansen is NOT his brother. Rack Hansen is a terrible pool player. Woody loves his prize cow. Woody is not an exceptional driver when distracted. Hick town pilots who spray pesticides can neither draw a spider properly or fly well when distracted. A pistol isn't the best way to remove a spider from your hand. It is however effective in removing a couple fingers from your hand and creating a hilarious scene. The town sheriff is also not a great driver when hippies covered in spiders are mobbing the same streets that he's striving so very hard to keep safe. Rack Hansen runs through spiders like he has a load in his pants and is trying to reach the potty. If you're traveling with a wife who has a Johnny Ramone haircut and you come under siege by tarantulas, its probably best to kill her right off because shes going to get really annoying. Rack Hansen has more of an immunity to spider bites than every other citizen of Verde Valley. Finally spiders love to encase entire towns or in this case a shoddy painting of an entire town in their evil silk!

I hope John Carpenter saw this and has his lawyer on speed dial. Not only is his score lifted note for note in this groan fest but so is the basic premises of Halloween. The story has a troubled little mute boy with an egg ashing mommy having only one true friend in his neighborhood. In the early goings he's harassed by some kids on really cheap BMX bikes and bullied into walking around the edge of a well, to prove what I'm not sure. Well he falls in and upon his rescue is committed to a sanitarium that he (surprise, surprise) escapes from ten years later. Emerging with a head that looks like a canned ham, an odd immunity to electrified fences, and a vengeance for those who bullied him it's not long before John Radley is eating duck guts, putting heads in vices, and delivering pizza with mystery sausage on it to his old friend from the neighborhood. This movie contains some truly annoying performances and some of the best bad dialogue ever. Sample: "This is Gretchen Peters and I called like a looong time ago for some pizza." Oh my goodness. There's a Sam Loomis character of course who confronts murderous John Radley and in true bonehead fashion hands him his flashlight so he can be bludgeoned to death with it. Way to go doc. There's also a great sheriff who looks more than a little like Tool Times Al Borland. Sheriff Borland (I forget his name) likes busting little kids reading porn in abandoned houses and asking for leftovers at crime scenes. Ultimately John Radley has a final showdown with his lost friend Gretchen and goes out in a slo-mo fizzle of glory. "Love!" It's painful to watch folks. Not poor Johns demise..the whole freaking movie!!

The ugliest cast in the world squares of against blood worms turned ravenous man killers by lightning strikes. A Richie Cunningham lookalike travels to a southern swamp to meet up with his hot babe that looks a lot like ...well, Richie Cunningham. She's got a busted bean pole of a sister who acts as bizarre as she is ugly. They have a haggard mother who catches the vapors every 12.5 minutes and they all live next door to a worm farm(that figures)which is run by a skeleton named Mr. Beardsley and his hired hand Roger. Roger is a bonafied piece of work, a hulking dim wit who gets to blubber immortal lines like, "Weee hooo itsa gunna be a soooprise!" and "Uh huh uh uh now you gunna be da wormface". The movies best line though is handled by the stereotypically oblivious and prejudice backwoods sheriff. This gem of a character fornicates in his own jail cells and bullies our wimpy hero every chance he gets. When he threatens our flannel clad Richie Cunningham he says something along the lines of "You wont even get youself a phone call....cuz all the phones is dead!" I tell ya folks you gotta see and hear this brilliant script writing for yourselves. I almost forgot to mention the action and suspense scenes. When hero burglarizes a dentists office you'll be on the edge of your seat and later when he gets beat up by a flying sheet of plywood? Man oh man! You'll actually be surprised that for all the riffing Squirm is not even as close to ridiculous as the premise would make it sound. As far as the "nature goes icky bingo and turns on mankind" genre goes you could do way worse than Squirm. I do however dare you to find a movie with a more unattractive cast.

Easily the best horror film of the past few years. That isn't saying much but when you line this up next to the likes of Saw and the TCM remake this is a stellar piece of film-making. Yeah there are those who'll call the ending a cop out or implausible trash but they shouldn't try and deny its sheer simplistic brilliance it maintains in it's first 75 or so minutes. I didn't mind the ending myself one bit. I'd have a crazed Cecile de France chase me around any day, the woman is beauty personified. Digesting the ending is as simple as recognizing that her characters' fragile mind has snapped like Joe Theismans femur on Monday night football. The gore is all you could ask for and more (mommy gets its best with a blood soaked nod to the motorist scene as well) and the tension indeed runs high. One suggestion I'd insist on is watching the french language version as the English dubbing is horrible, especially in the cases of Marie, the little brother and le Teurr. 8/10 so says Cris. Cecile de France come get me!!

I can remember as a wee little guy seeing the posters for this at the theater and being completely freaked out and intrigued by it but still being scared pantsless to see it. Flash forward over two decades later and Blood Beach isn't available on DVD and VHS prints are pretty rare themselves. Folks there's a reason for this, anyone authorizing a DVD release of this would be stoned to death and I think a single kind soul bought up the majority of VHS copies and melted them down into guitar picks. Lucky for me my good friend in Texas locates and purchases one of the fossil few of the escaping tapes and we organize a midnite viewing while I'm visiting. Half way through she was asleep, two thirds through and I'm sawing wood myself. What a slow moving bore this movie is. Wooden acting (save for John Saxon), minimal gore, and the worst creature effect perhaps ever are all here. You really find yourself disliking almost everyone in the movie. The Adam Curry 80's VJ looking guy and the annoying hobo lady really knocked the needle off the get-on-your-nerves O'meter. We finished watching this movie only for completest sake the next day. A classic example of things better left a mystery of youth. Blood Beach is really bloodless, a girl gets scraped up legs, a dog is beheaded, and a rapist is umm... de-donged? That's it for the gore but a ocean of blood wouldn't have saved this thing. This movie is slower than molasses flowing up hill in February. I never even cared what was under the sand and when they finally unveiled it soda came out of my nose and I wasn't even drinking any. In the end I was more interested in Burt Youngs Chicago back story and why he would want to blame people being sucked into the sand and eaten on the Nazi party? Hi five* Heather! Burrrr Mowww!

Absolutely better than average slasher. It obviously even influenced big budget films like Predator with its invisible camouflaged killer and final showdown location similarities. Do yourself a favor and sit through the opening sequence which is a tad lame and you'll be rewarded. The cast is chock full of Hollywood newbies and Animal House alumni and the story is more an action/survival deal then a straight slasher tale. The body count is low but the kills aside from the first pair are done with the right amount of tension and grue. The Final Terror does have it's fair share of creep moments and they're downright tense. Namely the initial entering of the shack in the woods, the quiet stalking then loud attack on the disabled bus, and the glimpses of what you think are forest scenery that then begins to creep and crawl revealing it's the camouflaged killer. The movie also goes against the slasher grain by keeping most of its cast alive and intact to mount a "we ain't gonna take this crap" attack on their stalker. Adrian Zhmed is the hunky wolf wailin' weed thief, Darryl Hannah is the obligatory blonde in the woods who narrowly avoids a throat slashing(too bad there), John Fredrich is the shroom popping' Nam-head who doesn't have both oars in the water, and Joe Pantoliano does the best job as Eggar, the on edge, threatening, pain in the arse, moss mommas son who takes one hilarious beat down. You love to hate and hate to love Eggar and ultimately feel a little sad for him, after all he did warn'em.

It's a darn shame Kevin Dillon didn't have a career in rap music after delivering that line in this remake. Remakes for the most part stink and we all know it, this is one of the rare exceptions. Chuck Russel and Frank Darabont pulled through bigtime here. Dillon is the leather and mullet clad reluctant hero who rides a P.O.S. motorbike and kills the strawberry jam. Shawnee Smith is the miss priss who has to unite with Dillon in order to save their stunted town from certain absorbing annihilation at the..well it has no hands so I guess at the blob of the Blob. Joe Seneca shows up as the insidious scientist who knows more than he's letting on. The remake ups the gore ante and death scenes of course but it somehow staves off, for the most part the cheese factor. Smith does get quite whiny and annoying and her late charge as the heroine is pretty laughable but Dillon, Seneca and your favorite toxic waste meltdown man Paul McCrane make up for it. Great Blob, good slime and slop death scenes, creepy preachers, condom gags, wimpy jocks/date rapists who get their comeuppance. This is worth the rent if not the own so says Cris.

An ugly teenage boy turns even uglier when it's discovered he's the product of some southern swamp lovin' between his momma and a man who was inexplicably turned into a bog bug. ????? Yeah exactly. You could drive a Mercury Monterey through the plot holes here but darn if thing isn't entertaining, especially in the final reel. There are corrupt judges, corrupt morticians, an array of poorly enunciating rednecks,heads expanding, heads exploding, toupee adorned heads being torn clean off, hamburger foot stomping, and more raping, adultery, philandering and spousal infidelities than you can shake a stick at. R.G. Armstrong shows up in this one, gotta love that guy and Ronny Cox turns in another sissy-riffic performance as the boy turned beasts' white bread step dad. "Billy Connors is ma daddy!" Paul Clemens is the young man who isn't much to look at before he transforms into a slimy swamp critter and does a fair enough job. If you love the late 70s and early 80s drive in fair like me this is worth a look for sure. If you're some clown who needs the quick cutting MTV style horror thats running rampant in cinema today than beat it, this one may have to much plot for you. Beware the cicadas!!!

I must say the fuss about all the bad acting was unwarranted. I thought all the players did what they could with what they had. The trouble is movie nerds are almost afraid to disagree with one another these days. My biggest gripe against this movie is the ole' too much plot getting' in the way of the story syndrome. This would of hit so much harder if it were slimmed down to about 80 minutes and somehow excised the character of Zep the orderly and told with more continuity. Good lord this thing was flashing back left and right and sideways too I think. The tension was all in that room with Elwes and the worst actor of the film Whannel. Aside from the creepy car crawl scene, you could just feel the tension alleviate as soon as they took the movie out of that dank hell hole. At any rate I wasn't as disappointed in the acting as I was the way the story was told. Ah well an excellent horror film is coming someday, maybe in James Wans' next effort?

Playing like an after school werewolf special, Silver Bullet is a more than tolerable King adaptation. It does lack in the effects department and maybe some of the acting is phased by some over the top melodrama but something about this movie is charming. That something is The Buse, oh yeah your favorite big screen nut-job Gary Busey steals this one entirely playing the caring, wise cracking, souped up wheel chair building and oft skunk drunk Uncle Red. He's the comic relief, the voice of reason and the unwilling hero all in one. This guy should make a point to do more horror in the immediate future. It works for him because the guys a fright show in his own right. He could easily become the next Tom Atkins. Now if your'e asking yourself who Tom Atkins is take a look at the Fog or Night of the Creeps and you'll immediately find yourself saying, "oohhh that guy? Yeah he's cool as *BEEP*!" Silver Bullet is worth the watch for scary Gary's performance alone but other highlights include, white trash wrestling fan yelling at TV set "ooh that hurts ma'parts",car vS. wheel chair high speed chase, genre vet George "Buck" Flower having his block knocked off in the first reel, the ole'$1.47 rocket in the werewolf eye trick, and everybody's favorite stepfather Terry O'Quinn as the wimpiest sheriff in cinema. My biggest knock against this movie other then the rather cheese-tastic werewolf (guy in a bear suit) is that it's the second horror movie I've seen were the cast reknown Hollywood madman Lawrence Tierney and totally waste him. They should of had him go head to head with the werewolf. He would have neutered that son of a sheepdog.

Or he had epilepsy as this is one herky jerky mess of a scholars on an archaeological dig when one gets possessed and turns into the lady from the where's the beef commercials and starts raping, scalping, and killing his colleagues while wearing some acid washed Levi 501's and an unexplained cat-beast-man guy with a wicked hair lip looks on movie. Other lowlights include a weirdy Indian face with pupil-less eyes that hovers about at random moments. This reminded me of Jambi from the Pee-Wees Playhouse and I was really hoping to get a "mecha-lecha hi" out of him, no such luck. The scalping scenes while one is truly gory and effective the other is a laugh riot where you see mono-filament yank a toupee off a mans head about a second late after hes struck with a tomahawk. The coolest thing about this movie was the old Dorito bags on the shelf when they stop off at the gas station in the beginning, hey I remember remember when Dorito bags looked like that.

Strip away the tiresome Hollywood sheen and make a plausible low budget suspense movie that incorporates very common human emotions and fears and what do you get? Bad IMDb reviews apparently, but do not believe. This is a tight indie gem of a movie. The acting is nowhere near as bad as some of these reviewers say. I felt it was respectable by both leads. The nay sayers are the ones who didn't get the happy ending or exploding shark they wanted. Hollywood is force feeding you cookie cutter garbage people and you keep buying it. That's your problem but don't knock stuff like Open Water because it doesn't go down your throat smooth when the end credits roll. 8/10

Yet another one of those whacky cross bred horror movies that scared me senseless as a kid but upon seeing again is a total crack up. In a nutshell a woman grows a goiter on her neck that happens to be home to an evil Indian medicine man. Wha wha wha what?? She's hospitalized and Tony Curtis mills around and the slop and glop-ola both start flying in abundance. Mr. Manitou is one heck of an ugly character and like I said when I was little he was enough to make me pull my blanket over my eyes. Nowadays I'd punt that annoying little navajo right out the hospital window. Far from a great piece of cinematic chiller but worth it for it's sheer absurdity and a great scene in which a stunt woman tumbles down some steps and her head busts through all the rungs on the banister on the way down. She's fallen and this movie can't get up. 3/10

You can't expect much from these movies people. Take them for what they are, sleazy camp. This one has so much to love about it. First and foremost the backwoods mother and son, I could really have watched a 90 minute feature on them. I love the death scene where she's spitting in her sons food while he's rip roaring round the house on his Bultaco motorbike wailing "he hurt me momma!!! Chop'em into pieces!" Then of course Junior rides past that oak tree one to many times and his head splits the uprights like a Tom Dempsey field goal. How about Vic the ticking time bomb? First he chops up a Mr. Goodbar and then his fellow nuthouse mate. The greasers who break down singing' "ratatatooey"? The waitress who flashes herself? Dudley from Different Strokes half saving the day? Watch this for the colorful characters and the unintentional comedic element. Tell me honestly that you don't love Demon and his girl singing to each other while he's in an outhouse "oohhh baby ohhhh baby". "YaGawnaGetItBitch!" 5/10

Oh the mess this movie is. A hot Italian bird is having nightmares about a blue eyed madman and a lady that looks like Mrs. Howell with a grill full of rotten teeth. These dreams are crimping the scrumping between her and her David Copperfield lookalike boy friend so on the advice of a new found friend she turns to SATANISM???? Seems that drinking blood from a stabbed in the head puppy dog and making hot monkey love to a guy with Fu-Man fingers will "set her freeeee". Free from what you ask? Well the dreams about the blue eyed madman who turns out to be a real guy whom she meets after her throws an animal head down the steps at her before trying to hit her in the head with an axe. These dirty deeds actually free her from nothing as she is turned into a party favor among the satanists and they pass her around like a collection plate so they can all get a little dark side nasty. These wacky devil worshipers also mix her up in the murder of her friend, chase her out of restaurants and plot to steal some sort of inheritance from her. This movie is going someplace baby but you'll never figure it out or really care when it gets there. It's tagged as a kaleidescope of horror but there's not a darn thing scary about it. If you're terrified of being bewildered by just what the hell is going on then this may scare your britches off, if not skip it. I'll give it a 4 out of 10, all 4 points for the dummy being thrown off the roof at the end. It may as well have been wearing a Super Dave Osbourne uniform.

The HAVES, Oblivious campers/ Stock footage of wildlife/ Banjo pickin'/ Coors light swillin'/ Cream cheese and cucumber sandwich munchin'/ Bad(I mean BAD)joke tellin'/ Stock footage of wildlife/ A guy trying to seduce a girl by saying "Come one baby, everybody's doin' it"/ Inane obvious improvised dialogue/ Bell bottom rock climbing/ Stock footage of wildlife/ The wussiest forest ranger hero ever/ A deformed under-sexed monster villain who appears to shop at Mens Express/ Stock footage of wildlife/ Some blood, some gore, some nakedness/ An 80 minute runtime that seems closer to a year/ and now The HAVE-NOTS A script (I'm serious, check out the campfire conversation, they say the same thing over and over and over)/ Tension or scariness/ More than one attractive actor/actress/ Good monster makeup(Giant paper mache monster head sorta resembles Sloth from the Goonies)/ A longer running time(Thank God!)/ I liked this movie. 4/10

Soon after a young GI hits stateside he finds his ex best gal getting ready to do the whoopee with an aristocrat in a gazebo. Well war is hell but young love is worse and our GI stomps a pitchfork through both of them. Hot!. It's now 35 years later and the dance that has been canceled all these years is now on, someones been murdered in a neighboring town, the town sheriff NEEEEDS to go fishing. Does any of this matter? We're talking 80s slasher film here. We have the rebel rousing teen fodder, the young deputy left in charge, the red herrings, the awful mullet clad rock band, the spooky old house and our maniacal soldier returning to kill. The plot to this thing is awful thin, it's really a shoestring for Tom Savinis gore effects which are pretty darn impressive. Lawrence Teirney shows up as a gimpy major who pops some wheelies in his wheel chair, hides out in the bushes and grabs at girls prom dresses but.. doesn't have a single line of dialogue. Most of the inane dialogue is handled by the deputy whos' bone structure is extra terrifying, don't laugh, I'm not kidding, scary! For all the bashing I liked the Prowler especially the fact that said Prowler totes around a double barrel sawed off shot gun. You'll be waiting for evil GI Joe to whip it on out and you won't be disappointed, Ba BOOM times two!!!

You know the story, teens make a glaring unwise decision and end up in peril. This time it's the traveling carnival complete with creepy funhouse serving as the back drop for said peril. Four teens agree to sneak inside the funhouse and spend the night. OK brilliant!! They witness a murder within the funhouse, committed by the barkers freak son. The son is the deformed product of a sexual liaison between the gruff funhouse barker and a cow?!!? Talk about the plot thickening. If you pay close attention you also learn the monster was a twin, the other child not surviving birth and thus being put on display in a formaldehyde jar and appropriately named "Tad". The teens are discovered by the father and son and the terror begins. Despite being a slobbering albino freak-a-zoid (come on and wind him up) the deformed monster son is the only character you feel for. The murder he commits is out of simple mindedness and sexual frustration. It is the father who is really the more sinister villain of the pair and he generates further sympathy for the monster by being quite abusive to him, his son. This movie is fairly maligned and it shouldn't be. It's one of Tobe Hoopers better efforts. People need to realize that The Texas Chainsaw Massacre really isn't as fantastic as they try and paint it. It's a great film but peoples love for it more comes out of the(then)bold subject matter and few strong shocks than the films direction or style. I'd wager if it had come second or third in Hoopers career it'd not be so widely cherished. The Funhouse would be just as strong a film had it been as streamlined as TCM. Its main flaw to me is its runtime, padded early on with needless dialogue and a few scenes that do not add anything to the film. There's also a semi distracting sub plot that could have been ditched. A runtime of about 85 minutes instead of the 90 or so it has would of helped this movie vastly. Still I'd recommend it and say it's a solid 7/10.

After having his lizard behind handed to him by a lame King Kong in the movie prior, the green radioactive fire breathing machine has apparently hit the bottle and hit it hard. Godzilla makes his first appearance passed out on a beach, apparently after a night of binge drinking and reflecting on the embarrassment that was the beating an American monster gave him. Enter a greedy land developer, tiny twin singers, and a giant bird egg laid by a moth!?! SPOILERS* Well before too long Big Green is awakened and engaged in battle with Mothra. Seems Godzilla wants to make an omelet out of Mothras egg while Mothra wants to protect her young, guard the planet, and wreak havoc on Tokyo citizens sweaters. It's during this donnybrook Godzilla's hangover is most evident. He slips and falls, gets his tail snagged on antennas, and effectively destroys buildings by stumbling into them. After laying to waste some radio controlled military and ultimately Mothra herself Godzilla is forced to fight twin caterpillars that hatch from the bird egg. Guess what? The wriggling wormies defeat Godzilla by making him a silk sleeping bag and knocking him into the sea. Now we have Godzilla falling to sub-par foes in two straight films. Shameful. I like to think Godzilla over did it on the hot sakae and just sorta beat himself in this one. Thankfully after this one he checked into monster AA and started administering the whoopins!!

Oh my goodness! Did they ever try and throw you off track with all the random suspects in this lame movie. You just have to love the weirded out gardener Sykes. The scene where he just stares into the camera with his tongue half hanging out was worth the $6 I paid for the DVD. Jamie Lee does her best and chief Frank Drebbin is along for the wackiness too. This one falls way short in the scare department, aside from the lengthy and I do mean lengthy prom disco get down sequence. Oh the horror! *Spoilers* It isnt difficult to figure out who is doing the prank callin' and axe swingin' shenanigans either. Of course it was the younger brother that returned to the murder scene in the beginning, he was also the DJ at the prom and the only excuse for letting that same awful disco song play for twenty minutes at the end was that he was away from the 1's and 2's killing those brats. All in all a fun time waster that Im gonna give a 5/10. 2.5 points for "Slick" Evil Keneviling his van off a cliff and 2.5 for the great decapitation of the bully type figure. By the way who would have ever called that guy Slick?

Well much like the first Jeepers the sequel starts out fairly decent for a modern horror. It only figures the movie crashes and burns and burns and stinks from about the 30 minute mark on. The first one had that ominous truck, the passing gaze of the creeper as the kids drove by while he was tossing the bodies down that spooky hole, and the feeling of isolation. Had the first just centered on the brother and sister and not included the extra lame psychic lady subplot and the jailhouse fiasco, it have faired much better as a horror film. The second suffers the same fate. This time its a whole bus load of kids stranded out in creeperville. The bus breaks down and the three adults, driver and assistant coaches are dispatched first in the movies best couple of scenes. Its after this that the movie becomes the same lame shoestring again for creature effects and very ill advised subplots. Again we have the ridiculous psychic entity and this time a racist/homophobia angle. The creeper is shown too closely and too much and whats with that hat? You'd think an ageless winged murder machine would have a bit more fashion sense then donning a goofy hillbilly hat and trench coat. At any rate the first 30 minutes are well done and engaging, after that its the standard nowadays horror trash that the rest of the first Jeepers Creepers was and that way to many horror films these days are through out. At least they could have worked the Siouxie & the Banshees song into the sequel too. It was my favorite part of the first one. 5/10