Rabbits.
They eat your crops.
They dress in alluring clothing and make bald headed hunters question their sexuality.
They sprout cryptic, disjointed dialogue in disturbing parodies of 50s sitcom suburbia.
Sure they look cute, but it's clear those furry little fuckers are the embodiment of pure evil, a concept explored in this horror (cotton) tale from Director William F Claxton.
A bunch of science folk, including Dammit Jim and Marion Crane, attempt to halt rabbit breeding by giving them hormones, that instead accelerate their growth and turn them into rabid, human gnawing beasts.
This movie avoids giving us the one thing that we really want to see...a human and a giant rabbit in the one shot, and it's failure to deliver means you can never once suspend your disbelief and get on board with the whole ludicrous concept.
Instead it just looks like a pack of bunnies running around a minituarised model farmhouse. Which it is.
Oh and the occasional close-up of a rabbit maw dipped in blood.
It was never gonna be Jaws 2.0 (despite the copious amount of gore), but it at least could have been a healthy dose of corny (or should that be carroty) camp.
Rabbits.
They eat your crops.
They dress in alluring clothing and make bald headed hunters question their sexuality.
They sprout cryptic, disjointed dialogue in disturbing parodies of 50s sitcom suburbia.
Sure they look cute, but it's clear those furry little fuckers are the embodiment of pure evil, a concept explored in this horror (cotton) tale from Director William F Claxton.
A bunch of science folk, including Dammit Jim and Marion Crane, attempt to halt rabbit breeding by giving them hormones, that instead accelerate their growth and turn them into rabid, human gnawing beasts.
This movie avoids giving us the one thing that we really want to see...a human and a giant rabbit in the one shot, and it's failure to deliver means you can never once suspend your disbelief and get on board with the whole ludicrous concept.
Instead it just looks like a pack of bunnies running around a minituarised model farmhouse. Which it is.
Oh and the occasional close-up of a rabbit maw dipped in blood.
It was never gonna be Jaws 2.0 (despite the copious amount of gore), but it at least could have been a healthy dose of corny (or should that be carroty) camp.
