Directed by Alastair Orr. Written by Max Roberts. Starring Lindsey Mckeon, Jamie Anderson, Pierson Fode, Sofia Pernas and Zachery Soetenga.
Plot: 5 friends in Panama encounter the chupacabra
Also know as Prey, Indigenous follow 5 spoiled young people who have apparently been all over the world vacationing, but yet don’t know anything about the chupacabra legend. WTF?! That’s a huge problem in writing right there. And that’s not the only problem. There are many. And yet, I still totally recommend it. So, let’s get to it.
The stupid little things these people do abounds. With a better writer he may have found more inventive ways to separate them. Instead, we have Trevor walking 5 miles into the woods even though the sound they heard was right there by the water. And other time they hear something, they panic immediately and take off running in all different directions. Of course, they stay separate only long enough for one of them to die a gruesome death.
They also turn on each other easily. The Freddy Claws is very poor. It’s a little sexist – only the girls need breaks while running. They only have cell service when convenient to push the plot along. And how come no one goes into shock in these movies. I think I’ve complained about this before. Your brain will usually protect you from feeling that much pain and shut down the receptors or whatever little magic it does. But it never does the magic in these movies. Instead, you scream and scream the entire 10 minutes you’re being eaten.
And there’s no boob shots when there totally could have been.
I recommend watching it though. Ignore the plot holes, if you can, and have fun. Because it is fun. It’s a satisfying monster movie. The effects are so well done that I believe I jumped once or twice. The atmosphere is also wonderful. The lighting is exceptional. It’s as dark as it should be (if that makes sense), but lit enough for us to see what’s going on. It’s scary and strange and you should see it.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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