TICKS
D: Tony Randel 1993
Oh, flashbacks to
my youth – a bunch o’ dumbshit city kids – little rich girl, muscle boy, street
smart black, nerdy nervous whitebread etc are off to camp in the woods where
something lurks. No, not a psychopathic serial
killing legend from years gone by, instead its ticks, fist sized, bloodsucking
ticks! See, Clint Howard (bow before the
legend that is he) and a mate have a dope plantation and the growth hormone
they’re using on their mull works on the ticks too! Big fucking ugly jelly bellied slobbering
ticks start showing up but no one seems to notice.
Not nearly enough bodies in this, hell most
of the kids escape but there was enough dumb shit, walking corpses, exploding
ticks, Clint getting’ fucked up, hallucinations and general b-grade clichés to
keep me happy. (of course the beer
helped – or was it the mull?) No tit
though!! Curse the PC nineties – violence and eco-disaster is fine but sex is
out!!!??? No wonder everyone is going back to the 80s. at least there were tits back then. (although
most of you kids were probably still suckin’ on yer mummy’s udders)
