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I saw the 1.7 rating and thought "It can't be this bad..." But it was that and then some. This is as amateurish as it gets, and I couldn't wait to see the F/X, which includes second rate CGI eagles hovering a la Michael Jordan and staring into the camera! The director must've never taken a film class in his life. The love story is as lame as anything ever put on film, making the plot of "Recipe for Disaster" (Mario Lopez as Col. Sanders) look like "The Notebook." And someone had the guuts, gall and gumption to green light to sequels to this schlock! This is so bad I actually recommend it for laughs!

A film crew working on a creature flick finds themselves pursued by real creature and must fight to survive. The film stars directed by Glenn Plummer, who is a solid actor with a proven track record (Pasttime, The Corner, Things to Do In Denver When You're Dead, South Central,), but this is as poorly a directed film as Plummer himself has helmed (VooDoo Curse: The Giddah, 7 Deadly Sins failed to garner a rating higher than 2.6). Plummer must be on the outs with Hollywood's bigwig directors and now has been confined to "the goony leagues" of film actors, where actors' careers go to take their final breath. This film has it all-all bad, that is: Third-rate cinematography, f/x, acting, writing, pacing... sheesh. Director J. Horton has the nerve to flaunt to the world that this version is the Director's cut. At least he had sense enough not to use his full name, though he might've been better off passing this off as an Alan Smithee joint. This is 96 minutes of raw, fecal-scented sewage. If this were graded on an A-F scale this film would've earned a G-rating, and not because its palatable to General audiences.

Gee, I didn't know black people were so oversexed and that every other word they use is profane. Wait... they aren't and they don't. But here they do. If you take out the profanity and gratuitous sex scenes you'd have a Tyler Perry film (sans Pollyannish ending). I don't know which is worse. That same ol' trope-abused and illogical sista has to fight her way through her personal crisis and her sadistic so-called "lover," blah-blah-blah. This film has it all-slaps, interchangeability between the b-word and the h-word, and a graphic rape scene. Monroe (who also wrote and directed) is Harlem, a widow whose husband was shot to death during a robbery. Now looking for new love, she meets Scott Da Rock (Fazekas) and after his charm offensive she falls for him. He's a hound and an abuser. This film is full of plot holes and is downright horrible. Is this what passes for a chick flick nowdays? Some reviewers must either be enamored with seeing black faces on-screen, or seeing black people on screen conforming to the worst stereotypes. Otherwise, how this got a 7.5 baffles me.