This ain’t your average film about cannabalistic humanoid underground dwellers. This is the ONLY movie about Ca...wait. What? That’s… not.. what it..stands...for..DAMMIT! And there’s a sequel?!? DoubleDammit!
The big city. Late. Walkin the dog, because they kinda need that pretty regular. But, well, let’s just say Manhole Steamers are not just an urban dictionary thing. It’s rather unsavory, on all accounts. Meanwhile, A local photographer is trying his best to not sell out to the corporations while simultaneously not realizing capitalism is actually kind of an awesome way to support a new family. I think. That messaging gets a bit weird. Then there’s Soup Kitchen Stern, a distraught police captain looking for answers and some C.H.U.D.s vs homeless people, so there’s a couple different focuses being juggled here.
We gots one of those social allegories told through a horror trope kindsa stories here. Apparently this is not a horror movie persay, but more of a social commentary film. Some would argue all horror films are such, and I would respond with Go Eat a Box of Socks, NERD! And then buy you a beer. Because, well, yeah. This one just seems a bit lamer because of pretty blatant messaging and being kind of low gore and boobless (at least in the version I watched). Just a lot of politics that seem to screw over the genpop. Huh!
This is not a bad movie, if actually going for the story, told under somewhat sordid mutant trappings. Acting doesn’t totally suck, Daniel Stern does okay as Soup Kitchen Stern. Even John Goodman makes a brief appearance. But mostly it’s a Spotlight on asshat politicians and the consequences of their actions, intentional or not. While this is not the best horror movie out there, there are still a few okay horrific moments. Unfortunately, that’s mostly because of the koonts above ground, not below.
