I’ve been following the production of this movie for some time now. Those who recall my assorted Rage Burns threads will remember my abiding hatred of spiders and the deal I cut with Fred, the spider who lived in my garage and then followed me across town to my new apartment.
I hate spiders.
I am seeing this movie for one reason, and one reason only. That reason is: a posse of villagers armed with chainsaws, pitchforks, and shotguns are going to blow up spiders.
The movie will have a happy ending.
I like happy endings.
(Well, maybe two reasons. As the former founder and president of the B Movie Club at my alma mater, I am obliged to seek out and support all campy movies, no matter how horrifying or high-budget. Blowing up spiders doesn’t hurt, though.)