Anaconda 3: The Offspring
| Year: | 2008 |
| Studio: | The Sci Fi Channel |
| Director: | Don E FauntLeRoy |
| Cast: | David Hasselhoff, John Rhys Davies, Crystal Allen |
Back in 2004 there was a steaming pile of straight to video crap called Boa vs Python, the nadir of the surprisingly resilient giant snake subgenre. It depicted a ruthless businessman who releases an 80-foot snake in the US for a big game hunt, only for a team of scientists to release their own giant mutated snake to try and hunt it.
It was unalloyed trash, a story with not a shred of plausibility and special effects no better than you see on a first generation Playstation game.
The original Anaconda - starring such Hollywood luminaries as Jennifer Lopez and Jon Voight, was a half-serious attempt at a modern horror film, but studio Columbia realised it had a silly, kitschy, trashy delight on its hands. Given the $137m haul from a $45m budget, a franchise was inevitable, so what a shame (if you're a fan) to see the third instalment descend into the leaden dross of Boa vs Python territory, complete with bargain basement CGI effects that look like a dodgy cartoon overlaid on a real film.
This time it's the eeevil pharmaceutical industry breeding the bloodthirsty behemoth in pursuit of a miracle cure, and when it gets loose only one man can accompany the implausibly young and hot herpetologist in bringing it down - none other than the Hoff himself.
It's actually a bit of fun for gorehounds, the giant snake visiting injuries on its victims that a ride-on mower would have trouble replicating, and if it weren't for such cheap snake effects it would have been the late night video night riot you hope for.
It was unalloyed trash, a story with not a shred of plausibility and special effects no better than you see on a first generation Playstation game.
The original Anaconda - starring such Hollywood luminaries as Jennifer Lopez and Jon Voight, was a half-serious attempt at a modern horror film, but studio Columbia realised it had a silly, kitschy, trashy delight on its hands. Given the $137m haul from a $45m budget, a franchise was inevitable, so what a shame (if you're a fan) to see the third instalment descend into the leaden dross of Boa vs Python territory, complete with bargain basement CGI effects that look like a dodgy cartoon overlaid on a real film.
This time it's the eeevil pharmaceutical industry breeding the bloodthirsty behemoth in pursuit of a miracle cure, and when it gets loose only one man can accompany the implausibly young and hot herpetologist in bringing it down - none other than the Hoff himself.
It's actually a bit of fun for gorehounds, the giant snake visiting injuries on its victims that a ride-on mower would have trouble replicating, and if it weren't for such cheap snake effects it would have been the late night video night riot you hope for.