The word itself, lolling off the tongue as it does, conjures up images of those slick, slimy denizens of swamps, sewers and sloughs. And writer/director James Gunn (2004’s Dawn of the Dead) couldn’t have picked a more perfect name for this queasy, rollicking throwback to the monster cinema of the drive-in days.
The film is a goofy, but intelligent, combination of David Cronenberg’s seminal slimy freak-out Shivers, the underrated teen zombie slugfest, Night of the Creeps, The Hidden, and one of the countless ribald, hicksploitation flicks that clogged the drive-ins in the ‘70s (I don’t think I’ve seen such a cast of less-than-attractive performers outside of Quest for Fire.)
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