With the Halloween Movie Marathon Madness approaching quicker than Cujo towards a meat truck, I thought it was time to go into 'pre-season' mode courtesy of a film that was a horror movie aisle staple of mom-and-pop video stores, but, until now, resided in only my overstimulated mind as a film ripped apart by The Cinema Snob. http://thecinemasnob.com/2009/08/16/slugs.aspx .
Based on the Shawn Hutson novel(who has gone on record as disowning this adaptation), the plot is your standard 'nature-goes-amok' kind of story following in the rich tradition of such gems as Squirm, The Swarm, and Bats. The distinguishable difference between this movie and the previously mentioned films:this one actually isn't bad for a B-movie.
A rural town becomes prey to a strain of black slugs created from toxic waste dumping. It is up to the local health inspector to stop them. People are dying mysteriously and gruesomely. Only health worker Mike Brady(No, not that Mike Brady!) has a possible solution, but his theory of killer slugs is laughed at by the authorities. Only when the body count begins to rise and a slug expert begins snooping around does it begin to appear as though Mike might be right.
While the acting is only a notch above community theater recitation, the ooey-gooey gore is the film's shining beacon on the hill. Sure, there is plenty of nonsense(Why does one victim cut his wrist off? Why didn't they just use salt to off those lil' jelly fuckers?) but if you go into this knowing this won't be Them or The End of the Beginning, you're in for a crawling treat.
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