I avoided this film for years when I first heard about "Giraffe-o-vision" . The inevitable hour struck... caught up with me (like a disease) and low and behold the film was on my local Horror Channel. What possessed them to run it I can only guess. They have a good sense of humour so I believe they like testing this. Nothing could have prepared me for what was about to unfold on the screen. I think I can put my finger on it: It just keeps on delivering. Thank Matt Frewer for this (typical) - - I'm used to his antics (believe me) but this does far and beyond the kind of abuse you can expect when the "Ego Has LANDED". What is it about Matt Frewer? He seems to curse everything he touches, ie, New Coke and so much more and the Fez Brothers were no exception. Its heartening to know I no longer suffer alone no longer... these reviews attest to and are 100% proof enough. A film that finds itself on the bottom rung of the worst 100 films on IMDB deserves to out an actors scant few months of prancing around on stage at the Old Vic in London after welding a Hockey stick in Canada: a classical actor it doth not make. I lay all blame for this debacle in art on the diabolic deception of ""classical training" - - hockey pucks never substitute for good prose.
