Okay, okay...so Ray Harryhausen isn't dead. This movie might drive him to commit suicide and then roll in his grave.
Not that the monster effects are terrible for a low budget picture. They're passable in a "this would make an interesting video game" way. As previously mentioned, the game would have to constitute nothing more than the giant Komodo jumping out, having hundreds of rounds fired into its belly, then lumbering off for no reason.
The stars of this movie are not the Komodos, anyway. They're the breasts of the female stars. At least, this is what one has to assume, as they're flaunted at every opportunity, despite being "hidden" by the barest of coverings. I saw this picture on the Sci Fi Channel, so I have no awareness how much T and A might have been cut out (this being a JW film and all). Regardless, it was obvious that this was intended to be the draw. The girls - there are three interchangeable blonds - don't have much to do but huddle together. It's almost as if the director told them: "The Komodo is coming, so huddle on this couch." "The Komodo is coming, so huddle by this tree." It goes on and on, with the tallest of the bunch going bra-less in a tank top, bouncing each time they have to run from one huddling location to another.
And the guys? Most of them looked like they escaped from a GQ shoot. You know the types. Minor stubble to denote the "rugged outdoors-man" stereotype. Tank top on the "muscular hero" stereotype.
It was almost comic enough to be enjoyable. But not quite.
Not that the monster effects are terrible for a low budget picture. They're passable in a "this would make an interesting video game" way. As previously mentioned, the game would have to constitute nothing more than the giant Komodo jumping out, having hundreds of rounds fired into its belly, then lumbering off for no reason.
The stars of this movie are not the Komodos, anyway. They're the breasts of the female stars. At least, this is what one has to assume, as they're flaunted at every opportunity, despite being "hidden" by the barest of coverings. I saw this picture on the Sci Fi Channel, so I have no awareness how much T and A might have been cut out (this being a JW film and all). Regardless, it was obvious that this was intended to be the draw. The girls - there are three interchangeable blonds - don't have much to do but huddle together. It's almost as if the director told them: "The Komodo is coming, so huddle on this couch." "The Komodo is coming, so huddle by this tree." It goes on and on, with the tallest of the bunch going bra-less in a tank top, bouncing each time they have to run from one huddling location to another.
And the guys? Most of them looked like they escaped from a GQ shoot. You know the types. Minor stubble to denote the "rugged outdoors-man" stereotype. Tank top on the "muscular hero" stereotype.
It was almost comic enough to be enjoyable. But not quite.