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Wednesday’s almost gone but if you’re on the West Coast or the insurgent state of Arizona, then it’s not yet midnight and that means I got this week’s Monster Laboratory in on time! I took a long time because I almost decided on Giant Killer Snakes, but at the last moment I swerved into deliciously disgusting new territory. I believe you’ll find this week’s monster to be the most disturbing that I’ve yet set up. I’ve taken a classic horror mainstay, zombies, and bred in a bit of my own evil genius to create a new species of zombie that I promise shall re-invent the zombie movie as we know it today!
Without further banter, let’s take a trip down into the Lab and learn what abomination I’ve put together. I’m not going to give you the passkey, I’ll unlock the vault myself and now you’re in a dimly lit corridor strung with bare bulbs. It’s low budget but that’s what we’ve got to work with. Follow me and be sure NOT to touch anything. Ignore the piercing shrieks from that door over there, it’s simply a longterm experiment and the world’s currently unprepared to view that particular simian at this point. We make a sharp turn and I believe you can see him there through the glass once I’ve turned the lights on, but first take a gander at this:
Looks harmless enough, right? And it is. That’s a ‘powder puff mushroom’ and it’s quite similar to those that grew in the Pacific Northwest neighborhood Red Hawk and I used to play in. We had bark dust in my front yard and combined with the damp, mild weather it proved to be fertile grounds for these types of mushrooms. They start as little round balls and then swell over time. Fascinating, really.
However, the real joy came when it was time to play war! We’d gather these suckers up and toss them at one another as makeshift grenades. You see, upon impact they burst open and a dust cloud of spores is released. For poor kids like us, these were wonderful for imitation explosive devices and hurt a hell of a lot less than pine cones, too!
In case you’re unaware, spores are the ’seeds’ of mushrooms and being fungus, mushrooms take root just about anywhere that’s got soil (preferably decaying matter) and moisture. They’re incredibly primitive plants that are wildly effective at scavenging the environment and growing themselves in colonies. In fact, certain kinds of mushrooms actually only bloom in odd cycles like once every five years or something like that. Even today there’s a great deal of mystery and intrigue that surrounds the humble mushroom.
So, I decided that if mushrooms could spread themselves by spores what a terrific way to create a monster! Imagine spores, spread wildly by wind when these mushrooms explode in the forest. The spores are carried into the oral and nasal cavities of humans where the moisture there gives them all they need to begin to grow – INSIDE THE HUMAN BODY! Then, having taken root and siphoning off the necessary oxygen and fluids, they take firm hold and work towards blossoming.
While that, in itself, seemed horrific enough, I’m going a step further. As you’re most likely aware, certain mushrooms produce halleucenogenic effects – they alter the mind. By interacting with the chemistry of the human body (in fact, intoxicating it as literal poison), these mushrooms alter the perceptions of the individuals who consume them whether on purpose for recreational use (ie, "shrooming" as drug users call it) or accidentally. Either way, the effects are profound and generally last several hours. But that’s if you EAT the mushrooms. What if the mushrooms were reproducing inside the body? Far more profound effects! And if those mushrooms caused far stronger effects, perhaps the infested individual would be prone to disturbing things such as: cannibalistic tendencies!
These sinister mushrooms could spring up in a highly unusual cycle, blossoming maybe every 200 years. Thus our movie would show a group of people out in the woods near a small town. Perhaps enjoying the ‘great outdoors’ and going on a hike. One of them discovers this small circle of unusual looking brightly colored mushrooms. They check their field guides but there’s nothing even remotely similar in the pages. One of the group points out that they might’ve stumbled across a brand new species that’s completely unknown to science! They decide not to disturb the shrooms and instead, set about taking photographs. One amateur photographer leans in close wanting to capture the exquisite details of a particular bulbous mushroom. As he gets in on it, POOF! it explodes and reels backwards, choking on the dust it released. The other hikers freak out but then it all becomes quite hilarious. He gets some more pictures and they continue on their way.
Later the group returns to the small village where they began their hike. They’re proud of themselves for not exploiting nature to make a quick buck or a splash of fame. They swear each other to secrecy, agreeing to check on the mushroom patch from time to time and enjoy a private piece of the woods only they know about. Of course, you’ve got the one girl who’s a sneak and after every one’s left the village to return to their home town, she lingers and harvests a few of the mushrooms. If she gets big money for them from scientific researchers, she won’t need these lousy friends anyways, right?
That, then, is how it all begins. The guy who got a lungful of dust continues on his merry way and it’ll be weeks before anyone notices changes in him. The sneak girl accidentally inhales a smaller burst of spore cloud herself while harvesting the mushrooms, but she goes on to contact someone over the internet who agrees to pay her several thousand dollars for the fungi. She’ll never make it to the secret meeting to receive her money, though, because the guy who’s offering that payment is the same guy who started the patch in the woods! He’s an evil genius of a teenager who not only cooked up these genetically altered mushrooms, he also hacks satellite information to find the girl’s house. He waits until she’s not home and then he gathers up his precious creations. We won’t see him until far later in the film, of course, so that’s all I’ll say about this guy.
Weeks roll past and finally the effects begin to show in the photographer guy and the sneaky girl. They seem a bit glazed over, their friends complain. It’s like they’re not listening, they’re too busy staring at strangers. They lose their appetites – for normal food that is. Within a few days of the first effects, these two no longer bathe or change their clothing. They quit sleeping altogether and they no longer are capable of holding conversations. And the cough – a terrible, wracking cough that grosses everyone around them out. The mushrooms have blossomed inside them and each cough now spreads fresh spores. Before long, the entire town will be sick before the government’s had time to take notice of the infestation.
Then it’s nationwide news. People growing gradually delerious and then turning sharply predatory. Not the lumbering dead goons we’ve seen time and again, these are filthy living people who care about nothing but the decimation of their own kind. They dig up graves to gnaw the bones, they invade hospitals to finish off the sick and dying. If it’s living and human, they’re obsessed with killing it. If anything, their mental powers are heightened. They’ve become killing machines who’ll use any and all weapons at their disposal to do away with the unifested. Knives, guns, even ramming vehicles through shopping malls! The carnage won’t quit until they’ve annihilated anyone who won’t house the mushrooms within their body. It’s as if the fungus itself has declared war on the human race.
That sums it up for me. Utter chaos and blind prejudice all rolled up into one big ball of gore. A planet crawling with zombie ninjas, that’s what I’m proposing. Now it’s time for you Merry Readers to get out there and drum up the financial resources to make this happen! Mushroom Zombies will give the world nightmares for decades to come! Move over Romero, there’s a new breed invading the zombie genre: Mushroom Zombies!
Oh, and did I mention how the fungus’ life cycle culminates? They overcrowd their host and it results in a messy explosion with the person’s body splattered far and wide.
Originally posted: June 25, 2006 @ 9:44am PST
To celebrate Ring Week, I decided to postpone my usual Monster-of-the-Week column so that I could focus on the theme of the week, the Ring
movies. Over the course of the week, I’ve seen some of the movies solely so that I can remain fresh for my reviews and I hope that I can do the three ladies justice in my article here. Unfortunately, time permits me to only cover their first appearances, but I’ll do my best. So, away we go!
Sadako: The original and, some say, the best of the Ring ladies. She’s the one that started it all, the one on which all Japanese horror seems to be tested against, which is amazing considering the small amount of screen time she actually has in Ringu. Her first appearance in the movie was at the psychic demonstration that her mother gave. We see a glimpse of her powers first, though, as the reporter who called her mother a fraud quickly died with a silent yell on his face. Her mother saw what happened and screamed, "Sadako! Was it you?" Then, Sadako steps out from the curtains and runs to Reiko, who’s seeing the flashback as if she were there. Sadako grabs Reiko’s arm (we see her fingernails ripped out even here) and Reiko jumps to the present, with smudgemarks on her arm where Sadako had grabbed her.
Pictured: Sadako from Ringu on DVD
Later, Reiko is in the well, trying to find Sadako in the water. When she finds her, we see another flashback scene, this time of Sadako’s father coming up behind her and hitting her in the head, then throwing her into the well. Reiko believes that their finding her body will beat the curse, a notion that seems to be reinforced by the fact that she still lives past the deadline.
However, this leads to the last Ringu appearance… the apartment attack. Ryuji, Reiko’s ex-husband, is working in his office when his TV flicks on to display a shot of the well. At the same time, Reiko tries to call him. Ryuji sees Sadako emerge from the well and approach the TV screen very slowly. When she reaches the screen, she climbs through (giving us another view of her nailless fingers) and slowly, jerkily, raises up to come after Ryuji. In the end, we get to see the infamous eye, as was shown in my Ringu review.
Pictured: Samara from The Ring on DVD
Samara: We definitely get to see more of Samara than we do of Sadako in her first appearance. Our first glimpse is during Rachel’s dreaming sequence, where she goes upstairs to Aidan’s room and sees a figure sitting in a chair, its back to the door. As Rachel approaches, the camera pans over to the figure’s shoulder… when Rachel’s right next to the figure, a rotted arm reaches up to grabs her arm, waking her out of her dream and leaving burnmarks where she was grabbed. Later, we get to see Samara in video from the psychiatric hospital, where she reveals that she wants to hurt people (though it doesn’t quite sound that way the first time we see it), and that she’s sorry. When Rachel’s in the well (not from her own doing, unlike Reiko), she finds Samara. Rachel sees how her mother had tried to suffocate Samara and drop her down the well. Finally, we see Samara strike at Noah in the end sequence, showing how vengeful she really can be.
Pictured: Tabitha from Scary Movie 3 on DVD
Tabitha: Tabitha is the Scary Movie universe’s analogy to Sadako and Samara, so as such, she has pretty much the same powers as the two. We don’t see her grab anyone’s arm during the movie, so we don’t know what her touch would do. When she first appears (outside of the opening few minutes where we get a glimpse of her), she emerges from the well then approaches Brenda through the screen. Brenda actually does a good job of fighting back at her, but Tabitha gets the upper hand and Cindy finds her friend dead. When next we actually see her (we hear her voice twice on the phone before the end), it’s at the farmhouse near the close of the film, appearing behind Cindy. She does a good job of staying exactly behind her, until Cindy catches her and she grabs Cody. Cindy and George appeal to Tabitha, telling her that maybe all she needs is a mother and a father who would love her. Tabitha morphs to a beautiful little girl who tells them, "Thank you, your love has broken the curse. I’ll never have to kill again." When Cindy asks "Really?" Tabitha morphs back into the rotted version and pulls out a knife, saying, "Nah, I’m just screwin’ with ya!" At that moment, the President pops in and hits Tabitha from behind with the door, knocking her back in the well. Then he tells the two, "I just want to tell you good luck. We’re all counting on you."
In the alternate ending of the movie we see a different power manifest in a more direct parody of The Matrix than just Shaniqua earlier in the movie. In this version, Tabitha takes the place of the multiple Agent Smiths from the second Matrix movie, coming out of abandoned lots, copy shops ("Copies Made While You Wait" reads the sign), and a strip club ("Girls Girls Girls"). As they approach Cindy, a phone rings and all the copies feel for their phone, but only one pulls it out and answers with "Seven days." They then attack Cindy, who manages to beat all of them in a fight.
This concludes my look at the Ring Girls. Feel free to message me if you want me to expand on the girls’ second or later appearances and I’ll get to your request as soon as I can! Now, as for Ring Week, I have one more article planned out for later tonight, and I hope you enjoy it! 
Until then, this is Red Hawk, signing out!
Well, Merry Readers, we’ve reached yet another Wednesday and you know what that means? You got it – yet another episode of Monster Laboratory, our world famous weekly feature! I know a great many of you have eagerly waited all week to see the new monster and the mass madness that shall surely ensue following its unveiling. Fear not, for I have been in my laboratory whiling away the hours to create the most fearsome monster to date. Last week we saw Butcher Bears ™ and the brutal savagery of childhood treasures mistreated. The basic theme there? Revenge.
So, I figured this week we’d go ahead and play the good ole tune of revenge once again because it’s the sort of symphonic number I can dig on, royally. We’ll also be traipsing right back down memory lane for our chunks and pieces to build this terrible monster you’ve all anxiously awaited. Well, my memory lane, at least. Perhaps some of you remember what I do, though. Perhaps it wasn’t your first movie like it was for me, but I bet a good number of you’ve experienced the terror that is:
Stephen Spielberg’s E.T.
Oh, E.T. you say? Doesn’t seem scary to you? Ask Drew Barrymore what E.T. can do to a person’s life, then. Just you try being four years old and going to that [edited] up movie having no idea of what lies in store for you! Just you try being brave in the darkness while that [edited] little reject squeals and warbles in weird tones! You’d be lucky to only hide under your blanket, you might just add a bit more foul liquid to the theater floor!
Ahem. Personal experiences aside, I’m quite sure I know the reason Spielberg never made a sequel to E.T. and the reason why he never shall. Think about it: you got this alien down here teaching kids how to do Harry Potter shizz with their bikes and the feds step in to capture him for research. They cause the young alien great stress and grief, shortly before his ‘people‘ return for him. Know who that was in the flying saucers taking Elliott’s little play toy back to some other galaxy? His family! Do you have any clue what that means? Do you??
They’ll be back! Once they hear about how their precious, weird little offspring got treated here on Earth, they’re gonna get angry. Real angry. I don’t suppose you can guess exactly what they’ll be making a daytrip back to our planet for, can ya? Well, lemme give ya a hint, folks – not to bring gifts and tidings of interstellar joy, I can tell ya that. No, when ET’s fam gets the lowdown on how our government tried to probe him and take samples, they’re going to fly into a rage. Obviously creatures intelligent enough to man space craft that glows like theirs do know a thing or two. And maybe you missed this part, but remember the bit where ET’s little finger glows and all that? Yeah, cute. Guess what? It’s not cute at all, he’s simply a prepubescent alien without the full range of powers his kins possess!
Here’s what I predict:
E.T. is nothing more than a hatchling in the famous movie. He’s bound for the sort of mindblowing abilities that’d put the aliens in Alien (the movie) to shame. You see, that glowing finger trick only hints at the sheer awesomeness a full grown version of E.T. would wield. That gently glow, once they’re adults, becomes a superheated nuclear-level Incindiary Digit of Doom ™! After the final metamophosis they become E.T.P.’s, short for Extra Terrestrial Pyromaniacs. It’s not pretty. Once matured they could light you quicker than your mama’s Bic. They’d be out in the streets, shambling along, lightning anyone within distance into a halo of fiery death.
No big deal, right? You figure you’d outrun their pudgy lil butts? Wrong! They’ve got those space ships and the version we saw was the equivalent of a Ford Pinto in those aliens’ world. ET didn’t come from money, see? Now imagine they show up in their equivalent of Blackhawk helicopters and tricked out Hummers. Yeah, different picture, huh, Junior?
When the full scale retaliatory invasion begins, here’s a glimpse at what your homeland would look like approximately thirty seconds after their initial wave of spacecraft enter our atmosphere:
Take a good, hard look. See that orange stuff? Yeah, that’s fire. Alot of fire and it’s real hot and burny, too. You don’t roast weenies in blazes like that, folks, you roast to DEATH! We’re talking about a global cremation! Every last one of us crisped to ashes within minutes. No time for "we’re sorry" or "please, don’t hurt us we just wanted wanted to advance science so we could figure out how to enslave your people." No time for second opinions, second guesses or second chances. Just brilliant orange flamin’ death.
And that’s why Spielberg will never make a sequel. It’d drone on and on until finally the full-grown E.T.P.’s arrived and torched our homeworld. Everyone would cry, there could be no happy ending and a whole new generation would be scarred for life. However, Hollywood being as it is, they’ll propably try this because those wackjobs never can leave well enough alone. Due to that, I propose a title:
E.T. II: Ain’t Nobody Messes with My Baby!
In an effort to save lives, I’m providing the following resources so you may prepare yourselves, Merry Readers, for an alien holocaust. Study well:
E.T. – Escape from Planet Earth on the Gameboy Color, E.T. – Cosmic Garden on the Gameboy Color, E.T. Digital Planner on the Gameboy Color, E.T. Interplanetary Mission for the PC, E.T. Away from Home for the PC, E.T. Phone Home Adventures for the PC, E.T. The Extra Terrestrial for Gameboy Advance and don’t forget the all time worst game EVER: E.T. The Extra Terrestrial for Atari!
The motto here is: Know Your Enemy. Don’t let ‘em roast our world, people.
Until next time, this has been GlowStormLion, creeping through closets stalking the elusive trophy head of E.T.’s deadly kin and knowing full well not to tempt fate.
Originally published: June 14, 2006 @ 11:49pm PST
I suppose every child has an Ultimate Monster in their life. For me, that Ultimate Monster was Freddy Krueger from around age 7 to… well, let’s not go into that, it’s a tad embarassing. I’m not quite sure what it was about Freddy that I found so utterly terrifying: the commercials or the neighbor kids’ re-telling of those movies which I was forbidden to see. Stories always appeared far more frightening to me when told with wide eyes and a strong lisp. For years I could scarcely be left home alone without needing to sing (loudly, offtune, generally hymns) in the belief that this would ensure that demons like Freddy could not appear to me. Sure, I had a dog but it was an untrustworthy little Yorkshire Terrier and I was never fully convinced it had the sort of stopping power I’d need in the event of a supernatural visitation.
It may have been the ‘Elm Street’ part that I found the creepiest. Elm has always sounded like an evil word to me for some inexplicable reason and I’ve never enjoyed the appearance of elm trees. While I found the idea of Freddy’s finger knives fascinating, even going so far as to scare myself by creating shadows with my own fingers to imitate them, I always convinced myself that the lighting in any given situation I was in simply wasn’t precisely as the same as in the commercials so Freddy couldn’t possibly show up. On and on it went until finally, I viewed the film…
Granted, I’d seen parts of the movie on cable but it’s just not the same. Editing and commercial breaks seemed to destroy the whole experience for me. So, I bought this tape, took it home and under the influence of expired Kettle Chips and offbrand ‘Cola’ I set about to face the demon which had haunted me for so many years.
One of the first things I noticed was that Johnny Depp (Donnie Brasco, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas) made his debut in this movie. I had no idea and actually didn’t even recognize him consciously (even though I noticed his credit in the film’s opening) until about 2/3’s of the way through. I’m guessing that means he did a pretty good job. Heather Langenkamp plays Nancy, the primary protagonist. Word has it that she beat out Jennifer Grey (Dirty Dancing, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off), Demi Moore (Indecent Proposal, A Few Good Men) and Courtney Cox (Friends, Scream) to get this role. She does a pretty good job overall but sometimes it’s difficult to tell if she’s smiling or horrified.
Robert Englund does a masterful job portraying Mr. Krueger, with a laugh befitting of a child killer. The black humor here really makes for the right atmosphere. Instead of the silent villain who lumbers around menacingly, Freddy is always popping up in impossible places and seems to be enjoying the hell out of his gruesome post-humous career. The taunting and rather playful approach he exhibits reminds me of those can-fed house cats who’d rather slap the mouse around for 45 minutes than just kill the damned thing and eat it. This is alot of what makes it nerve-grinding to watch. There are tense moments throughout but they’re balanced with a story involving characters you can actually care about.
It’s said that Wes Craven, the movie’s director, based the storyline of some news articles he’d read about a group of young Cambodians who’d have nightmares. The dreams were so terrifying that they would refuse to sleep for as long as they could hold out. When the exhaustion finally set in and they drifted off, they’d wake up screaming and die of cardiac arrest. That’s certainly some prime psychological real estate for a horror movie, but blending it with a teen slasher makes it that much more impactful. What really ups the ante is that the villain himself, as you’ll find out, has a very real past as a human and is not just a pure ’supernatural creature’. This kind of depth is what really gives the story what it needs to be gripping – and ripping.
Despite the fact that over 500 gallons of fake blood was used to film this movie, what I find to be the most striking feature of A Nightmare on Elm Street is Freddy’s appearance. The hat, the finger-knives and that godawful sweater! Supposedly, Craven used a red and green sweater because those two colors are the most difficult for the eyes to process when placed next to each other. Honestly, I’d thought the sweater was red and brown or orange and brown.
Reportedly, this movie took 4 years from the time of its script being written until it was actually made. Then, midway through its production, New Line Cinema lost their deal with the distribution company and two weeks past before a replacement was negotiated. During these two weeks, no was able to be paid but not a single member of the crew quit. That and the fact that Wes Craven’s wife Mimi Craven also appears in the film (as a nurse) says to me that this film was made with a rare kind of dedication.
In closing, I’d like to point out that I think this film really hammers something that was an issue when it first came out and will, of course, always be an issue: child abuse. If you play close attention in the scenes between Nancy and her mother, you can pick up what’s happening. No one listens to the kids with an open mind. Even though these are teenagers, the characters are illustrating situations that actually happen. "We knew about it," the parents say, "but we didn’t want to tell you the truth and upset you. Besides, it’s impossible." The theme of trust issues really is there if you’re aware of what you’re looking at beyond the gore and black humor.
On that strength alone, as well as the masterful blending of all the elements that make up this movie, A Nightmare on Elm Street deserves a screeching 5 out of 5.
So, until I rant again on the issues of my shadowy past, this is GlowStormLion, wishing you a delightful evening filled with dreams of bunnies in sunny fields. Carnivorous bunnies in fields of thistles, that is! Muahahhaha…..
We’ve also got an additional review of this movie by Red Hawk
Originally published: May 25, 2006 @ 04:44am PST
Almost 20 years ago, when I was just a little horror fan, the USA network aired a program called Shadow Theater that I watched every week that I could. It would air Friday nights at 9 PM, and every week at 9, I’d head back home from playing with my neighborhood friends to watch that show which, all too soon, went off the air. The series was hosted by Robert Englund, the actor who played Freddy Kreuger in the Nightmare on Elm Street series and spinoffs. This was, I believe, the first time I saw Englund without the Freddy makeup. He was really good on the show – also, he demonstrated a knowledge of old horror movies.
The series was basically a program that showed clips from old horror movies which Englund would introduce and narrate. There would sometimes be theme nights as I recall one episode where he showed nothing but clips from zombie movies. This was eye-opening to me, as it unveiled for me some scary movies that I had never even suspected existed.
Recently, I embarked on a web search to find what I could about the show and the answer was: surprisingly little. I couldn’t even find the program mentioned on the Internet Movie Database and that’s usually my first stop when it comes to TV shows or movies. Undaunted, I went to Google and searched there (for "Shadow Theater" and "Robert Eglund") and found considerably more, though a majority of them were just biography-style sites for Robert Englund himself.
One thing I located said that in 1995 a distribution company called Unapix had the rights to the series, along with other horror series from TV. However, in 2000, Unapix hit bankruptcy and in 2002 a class action suit was brought against them for misrepresenting their finances. The fate of the various TV series is a mystery to me, at the moment.
I apologize for the shortness of the article, but it due to the rarity of the series (Robert Englund himself doesn’t have any copies of the show). I welcome comments from other fans of Shadow Theater. From my memory, though, I give it 5 out of 5. 
Originally Published: May 22, 2006 @ 04:02am PST
Frankenfish
Released: 2004
Running Time: 84 minutes
I have the good fortune to have a friend who once suffered such a profound lack of judgement that on a recent trip to the video store – she rented Frankenfish (on DVD). I do love horror movies but any creature feature is going to risk sliding from creepy to corny rather rapidly. Suspension of disbelief is difficult to hold in our modern world where we tend to be more worried about fellow humans or diseases rather than nature itself.
The basic premise of the movie is, well, surprisingly simple but the plot is startling complex for a horror film of this nature. The story of Frankenfish was inspired by an incident which occurred in Crofton, Maryland in 2002. In the real life version, the invasive species of walking fish (yes, they have the ability to travel across land) were found in a local pond. These fish are considered to cuisine in some Asian countries, but they are also extremely aggressive predators capable of eating frogs or even rats. They were exterminated in short order.
Frankenfish is set in the bayous of Louisiana which lends it a truly unique flavor to its atmosphere. The actors, who include many names you’ve probably never heard of, do an extremely good job fulfilling their roles and the cinematography is sharp and clear so it’s very painless to sit through. I’ve enjoyed several Sci-Fi Channel movies but this has to be my all time favorite. There’s creepy backwater voodoo folks, bong-smoking Cajuns who walk around nude, floating housesboats, those fan boats that blast across swampy water and much more. Explosions, copious nudity and oh! I almost forgot: genetically-altered fish from the mouth of Hell itself. Even the music (performed by a rapper who goes by Hot Wheelz) wasn’t too shabby, considering the production values.
I believe there’s a primal fear all of us have for dark, murky water and the potential dangers that go along with it. Some of my earliest dreams were of alligators lurking in the water, so I feel one of the strongest nerves Frankenfish strikes is not the aversion to gore but the fear of the unknown beast that’s much more powerful in its environment than any human being. Just like Frankenfish outclasses so many other creature features.
My final verdict is that this movie is a 5 out of 5!
