This Stephen King penned film, directed by Mick Garris (Masters of Horror), includes a host of cameos including Stephen King, Tobe Hooper, Clive Barker, and John Landis. The cameos are wonderful, but the film is meh. “Meh” is a word now by the way.
The son of the incest duo meets a nice girl (Madchen Amick), who is amazingly beautiful (why didn’t she get more roles?), and begins to fall in love. Or does he? He doesn’t. It’s all a ruse. He is working on behalf of his mother who needs to eat a virgin.
After watching this film, I realized that I have now spent a several hours of my life viewing films that depict ordinary house cats as killers (Strays). I am not necessarily against cats, just the thought of purposely watching movies portraying them as cold-blooded killers made me step back and say, “What the hell am I doing with my life?”
The gore is rather solid and the film is entertaining enough, though, nothing spectacular. Partly, because the movie is about cats and partly because the script isn’t that good.
If you haven’t guessed, you must turn off your brain to enjoy this film. If you worry yourself with trivial matters like, “Why is a 30 year old in high school?” or “What the hell does sleepwalking have to do with this film?” your head will undoubtedly explode.
The “epic” finale of the film is the highlight. Think house cats sitting around doing cat things and a monster that catches on fire when touched by said house cats. Now throw in some inept local cops and a heroine and you got it. It’s breathtaking – which is something I think cats have been rumored to do.
Sit back, relax, and kick off your brain.
Snore Factor: ZZZ