Slither

Don't get me wrong. I'm a big fan of Mal. I miss Firefly and I wish there was a sequel to Serenity in the works. So when a good friend of mine showed up a couple of Saturdays ago and produced a DVD out of her pocket, saying, hey, this has got Fillion and Rooker in it, I thought, what the hell. Let's put it on.

And I bring you...







CHUD gave it the thumbs up, she said. And so we sat down, looking forward to good entertainment. Oh, we got entertainment alright...

This review out of some Cracker Jack box is so misleading, it ain't funny. The claim that this movie is in the same league as Shaun of the Dead is ridiculous.

Don't let yourselves be fooled; it is so NOT like Shaun of the Dead. You cannot compare the two. The really nasty alien slugs? They look like the tongues from the Strongbow ads... (or is it some beer ad?) Anyway, you get the gist. There goes the scary factor right there. Both films find the comedy not in the monsters (both films play those elements completely straight)? What planet is he on? The Slither 'monster' was never, ever played straight; it was a farce like bad makeup right from the start. I mean had I known going in that it needed to be taken like a bad copy attempt of Army of Darkness (in terms of goofiness and campness), I probably would have appreciated it a bit more but... oh boy. While Shaun of the Dead mastered the genre; Slither didn't. Where that remake of Romero's Dawn of the Dead did too; Slither didn't. No matter how you look at it.

Despite the references to the classics, the good cast and Nathan Fillion's participation, it remains a wtf moment.

It's like watching a trainwreck. You can't turn away. I'll give 'em that. You just got to get to the end because you can't believe anyone would have signed on a project like that if it doesn't get somewhat better at some point. But it doesn't. Just more ridiculous and yeah at some point you just got to laugh...

I must admit that the extras salvaged that wreck of a movie for me a little. Who is Bill Pardy? is certainly worth watching if you have any brain matter left at the end of the ordeal.

Bill Pardy: My easy-going nature is gettin' sorely fuckin' tested.

Mine too, buddy. Mine too.