A baby alligator is flushed down a Chicago toilet and survives by eating discarded lab rats, injected with growth hormones. The small animal grows gigantic, escapes the city sewers, and goes on a rampage.
Michael V. Gazzo
Several people disappear from and at the sea. Their bodies are found gnawed to the skeleton, even the marrow is missing. The scientists have no idea which animal could do such things. Dr. ... See full summary »
Killer bees from South America have been breeding with the gentler bees of more northern climes, slowly extending their territory northward decade after decade. Entomologist Brad Crane has discovered that something is making them come together in huge, killer swarms. He wants to keep the General Slater from using military tactics from further upsetting the balance of nature as they join to try to stop the swarms from approaching Houston. Written by
Michael Caine has claimed in interviews that he used his fee from this film to buy a house in LA. See more »
As the flamethrower team sets a car on fire, you can briefly glimpse a film crew rushing up with water to put it out. See more »
[as helicopters drop special sound-emitting floats to attract the swarm to its doom]
Won't the noise of the helicopters drown out your sound?
No. It's an entirely different sonic level.
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Killer bees attack residents in a small town preparing for a flower festival. Fred MacMurray BEGS Olivia de Havilland to marry him and she looks to the heavens with an empathic, "Oh, how lucky I am!" (they both perish.) When the train, packed full of stock characters, derailed, the theater audience I saw this with actually cheered; too bad producer Irwin Allen wasn't aboard. This film ranks right up there with Allen's "When Time Ran Out...", still to this day the reigning champ of bad cinema. The special effects are actually very good here, but the script is so lame and the direction so stilted that the results are not uneven so much as they are unintentionally funny. B-grade actors like Richard Chamberlain must've been mighty grateful for Irwin Allen's disaster films (and the chance to work in big-budget productions), but that's no excuse for Michael Caine's limp appearance. Had Mel Brooks put his name on it, "The Swarm" might have been the top comedy of its year. * from ****
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