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I love schlock and direct-to-video films, but this one is JUST boring. I was mostly drawn in by the funny title, but I wish I'd given this a miss.

While there's the occasional scene that is inadvertently funny because of bad acting, HORROR OF THE HUNGRY HUMONGOUS HUNGAN is mostly just boring, lacking the spirit of similar B-movies. The scene transitions make no sense, and neither does the story (which is essentially RE-ANIMATOR combined with Friday THE 13TH and bouts of voodoo). There's a gratuitously long live performance. Then there's bouts of nonsensical action interspersed with long sequences of utter nothingness, including a really drawn-out camping scene. The lighting and sound are terrible, and the evil monster wears a white wig.

What's most disappointing is that you don't even get any fun B-movie practical effects. Most deaths are not even shown directly and there's not much gore to speak of. All in all, this movie disappoints at many levels.

The genetic experiment goes wrong as it creates a hideous monster from dead body parts:a re-animated corpse thirsty for blood.After killing some idiots the zombie escapes from the hospital and searches for the victims in the nearest woods.A group of teenagers is camping in the forest.Soon they are stalked and murdered by hungry humongous.The 3-minutes long narration by Jack Palance is hilarious-he talks about The Hungan and some silly voodoo mumbo jumbo.Ultra-cheap and ultra-braindead slasher/monster flick with some of the lousiest special effects I have ever seen.The monster is just one guy wearing lame mask.There is even utterly horrible hair metal band Cry Wolf,which plays a couple of songs.The acting is non-existent,the gore is awful and the monster flails his arms while chasing his prey.A perfect example of hysterical Z-grade trash.Good for few laughs!

HORROR OF THE HUNGRY HUMONGOUS HUNGAN is a terrible film even by the lowest standards of 1990s independent horror. It lacks the raw power of similar homemade films like THE ABOMINATION and THE DEADLY SPAWN, instead coming across as a brain-dead copy of Friday the 13th. It's no surprise that Troma would be the only company willing to put their name to this kind of trash.

The film alternates between extreme boredom and ludicrousness. The bits that are non-action are long-winded and dull, with non-actors going through the motion and Jack Palance inexplicably turning up to supply some nonsensical narration for a couple of minutes before going again. The scenes of the monster attacking are laughable, simply featuring a guy in a rubber mask making some one liners and the occasional rubbery gore scene. I don't need to bother explaining how bad the triumvirate of acting, writing, and direction is either.

After being introduced with voice-over narration by none other than Jack Palance, HORROR OF THE HUMONGOUS HUNGAN is unleashed.

A nightmare vision of a man in thrift store clothes, wearing a novelty mask causes a woman to sit up screaming. The scene switches to scientists working on a secret project. One of them has gone "too far", creating the creature of the title.

Next, we are treated to an early 1990's dance party, featuring the thudding, banging, screeching sounds that are the band, Cry Wolf! Our brains quickly rot in our skulls!

Meanwhile, back at the lab, the monster has been brought to life.

3 QUESTIONS ARISE: #1- What the hell is going on? #2- Why is the Hungan wearing my grandmother's wig? #3- Where did they find the world's tallest janitor?

Heavens above!

The Hungan is loose, and it's... hungry! It quickly turns a security guards face into taco casserole! The skyscraper-sized janitor is impaled by his own mop! Is this irony or poetic justice?

Oh God!

We're back at that damned party again! More Cry Wolf! Is that Pee Wee Herman? Wait! Here comes the Hungan! Yay! The party's over!

Naturally, after a party accentuated by a murderous monster rampage, the survivors go on a camping trip. More deaths occur, and so on.

HOTHHH is a true test of one's constitution. Most will melt under its intense idiocy. The few, brave ones who make it to the end can be thankful for whatever intoxicants were consumed prior to viewing...