A this time, I'm only five minutes in to a cheap B-movie, and the desert monsters are much more believable than Donald Trump's hairpiece.
A couple of minutes later, a fat 'Edge' - or in this case, the Edge-Radicator - shoots up a Class of Nuke 'em high type zombie, with a teenage geek lusting over him.
It's ay-ok so far....
.... A trip into the desert with some chums, a party, a film crew, and the Edge-Radicator? What a handsome time?
Twenty minutes in, this party has gotten a little deflated, much like a shopper cushion has been sat on by a massive fattie...
... It's just been two floppy faired whiney brothers, and a token hottie so far...
... Lots of the brothers saying "dude", but nowhere near Bill And Ted worthy...
... Plus a "rad"?
Who says 'rad' unless they're in a 90's episode of Neighbours?
Then a man gets knees in the balls and ends up sounding like a cross between Warwick Davis and a Teletubby...
... A lot of use of words like 'nancy' and 'gaylord' ( don't watch if you're a snowflake, you'll have an aneurism, a stroke, a heart attack, and a desire to write your anger)...
.... Oh, it gets better, now the guys are 'chicks', it's SO EIGHTIES...
... Then the nostalgic music begins, do too does the party...
Sorry, the space ants weren't invited, but they're crashing this s**t.
FXCK YOU, ITS A B-MOVIE, it's not the best, but it's not, by a million miles, the worst.
If there's nothing on, and you come across this movie, it's worth watching with company, a beer, wine, cider, spirit, and joint.
You'll love it!