I'm not quite sure how the Academy overlooked the early Peter Jackson to bestow on him the ultimate director's honor for Lord of the Rings. It doesn't seem like anything you could do later on could make up for something like this (or "Meet the Feebles", where puppets bleed). Now, having said that, this is actually a very entertaining movie-flesh eaten off living souls, exposing their still-beating hearts; a hero who can't get a foothold on the bloody floor (sliding around in the mess like Wyle E. Coyote) so he hops his way out by using heads the way one would stones in a raging river; and cannibalization of the highest order. Certainly held my interest but I'm glad I didn't pay to see it. It belongs on a cable channel late at night (which is actually where I saw it) instead of somewhere normal people could be exposed to it.
