Second off, there are many reasons why I should love this movie.

1)Berger and Nicotero from KNB do peyote and get slaughtered.

2)No visible CGI FX.

3)Lots of blood.

4)Titties! Woo! Can’t forget the titties! (I’m seeing a pattern, here.)

5)And Reggie Bannister.

Out of all of those reasons, the main impetus for my hunting down this film was Reggie. You know, the ice-cream guy from Phantasm?

I’ve met and spoken with him. Love the guy. Love his work. Except this one.

Maybe I had too high of hopes for this flick. Maybe I should tell you about it.

Some tree-huggers break into a lab and free a test-animal. It kills everything in sight.

Oh, and the SCIENTIST that created the thing has a son that is filming a zombie flick in the cemetery near the place that the creature got free.

What kind of creature? Well, a severely mutated Tasmanian Devil. (Jesus. I just typed that.)

The scenes with the kids making their movie work fine. It’s the scenes with Reg and some chick that just fuck it all up. (Sorry, Reg.)

But that’s pretty much the way the whole movie plays. They give you fun and enjoyable characters and scenes and then kill the enjoyment factor at the end.

I guess I should know that if a movie is directed by an FX artist, that it’s prolly gonna suck. Spawn, anyone? But I thought this could be a fun flick. And it really could have been, had they not totally fucked it up.

If you wanna smoke it up, drink it up or shoot it up (whatever you prefer), you might have a good time. Me? I actually hate it. And I hate myself for hating it.