Hardly a great movie, even by creature feature standards, but it scored mighty high on the Willie Factor for yours truly.
Giant critters? Not likely. Piranha? Don’t swim. Swarming insects? Got bug spray. Snakes? Lots and lots of SNAKES?!? Like Indy, ya got me! Nothing makes my pasty skin crawl more. Those old westerns where some poor cowpoke wakes to a RATTLER in his bed roll!?! Instant and uncontrollable heebie jeebies for at least an hour.
This sucker plays that same note over and over with unapologetic, TV-shocker-of-the-week bravado. Snakes under the house! Snakes in the car! Snakes at the gym! Snakes EVERY-FREAKIN-WHERE!!!
And only Harry Hamlin can save us!?!