If you see just one giant mosquito movie then skip "Skeeter"
Lawrance M. Bernabo | The Zenith City, Duluth, Minnesota | 06/28/2003
(3 out of 5 stars)
"If you see just one giant mosquito B-movie this summer then go see "Mosquito." That 1995 film is above average low-budget camp, as oxymoronic as that sounds. But the "1994" film "Skeeter" is just plain bad, without the redeeming quality of unintentional humor (the script is actually better in this film, but with the bad special effects it works against your enjoyment). This time around, instead of the skeeters feasting on alien blood they end up being mutated because of a toxic waste dump. Meanwhile, at our isolated desert town cattle showing up drained of all their blood through giant puncture wounds. Then a pair of sex starved teenagers disappeared, followed by the people looking for the aforementioned teenagers. The first people in town to spot the monsters are drunks, so they do not count and the locals have no clue until they are buzzed by mosquitoes the size of birds ("big" is a relative term in monster movies, and since we are talking swarms of mosquitoes, this size works better).
The hero is Roy Boone (Jim Youngs), a strapping lad who likes to work with his shirt off, and the damsel in distress is his once and future girl friend Sarah Crosby (Tracy Griffith). The local rich jerk Drake (Jay Robinson), is involved in land grabbing and his land has the toxic spill that leads to the mutated mosquitoes. Charles Napier plays the corrupt local sheriff, and William Sanderson is the perplexed county examiner, and Michael J. Pollard's character keeps one of the skeeters as a pet. All of your favorite conventions are here, the point of view shot from the perspective of the giant insects, the brutal deaths of the bad guys, and screams from the healthy lungs of the heroine. It is just that "Skeeter" is not bad enough to be enough fun. Do "Skeeter" as a late night double-bill with "Mosquito" and you will have to argee this is the lesser of two giant mosquitoes B-movies."
TrezKu13 | Norfolk, VA | 04/26/2005
(2 out of 5 stars)
"Hi folks. Take a look at the front cover of the box. See that? Evil mosquito face, teeth gnashing, drool dripping with every anticipation for it's next victim. Looks really cool, right? Makes ya wanna go out and see the movie, right? But here's what you should do: go to the rental store. Pick up the videotape box. Look the front over. Put it back down. Walk out. You've had a better experience than I did watching the film.
The mosquitos in here are really mosquito biology models increased to the size of your hand. They kill people by attaching themselves to low paid actors, thanks to the help of wire and the hands of studio gaffers. The mosquitos are created by radiation (oh wow, there's a twist) dumped by a corporate villain. (oh wow, yet another twist) The corporation subplot is odd as it's never fully resolved - making the whole thing weird. The corporate villain cavorts around talking like Tony Jay and looking like the "Phantasm" Tall Man's little brother. He also sends his minions after our heroes, resulting in a few gunfights. It's almost like the movie forgot it was a horror film and tried to be a John Woo film instead.
This movie stars Charles Napier as a police officer (again) and William Sanderson, who was famous as J.H. Sebastian in "Blade Runner" and Joe Monday the bartender in "Last Man Standing." Oh yes and a whole load of mosquitos. Contains gun-fu, kung-fu, Indian-fu, and moquito-fu. Two stars. TrezKu13 says don't check it out."