Remember loyal readers, I do this for you. Do not let my sacrifice
be in vain.
It seems that just about every movie is getting a sequel these
days. Movies that were only modest hits or successes that don’t
lend themselves to sequels have brought about completely unrelated
sequels. Anacondas: The Hunt For The Blood Orchid, based
on 1997’s Anaconda, serves as an example—aside
from the one fake-looking giant snake going around killing people.
This time instead of an expedition to film an ancient native tribe,
some two-bit scientists and pharmacists are looking for the so-called
“Blood Orchid” which is the “pharmaceutical equivalent
of the fountain of youth!” As soon as a corporate executive
uttered the words, “It’ll be bigger than Viagra!”
I was ready to start handing out F-5s and Crippler Crossfaces to
any and all involved with this ridiculous piece of crap.
The cast includes Gordon Mitchell (Chestnut),
the annoying Gail Stern (Richardson-Whitfield),
the blinking moron of a doctor Ben Douglas (Gonzales),
and the Sneaky British guy Jack Byron (Marsden).
There’s also the movie’s crown piece of T&A, Sam
Rogers (Strickland) whose southern, Laura
Bush-esque accent inspires rage and possible strangulation.
The good news for our auditory senses is that Sam seems to lose
the fake twang as the movie progresses. And what dumb horror thriller
is complete without your favorite, stereotypical, wisecracking,
comic relief black guy like Cole Burris (Byrd).
The crew sets off to Borneo to collect samples of the Blood Orchid,
which is about to stop blooming and won’t do so again for
another seven years. However, it’s hazardous to navigate through
the jungles of Borneo due to the rain. The clock is ticking folks.
With no way upriver, the crew buys the services of throaty-voiced,
Bill Johnson (Messner) and his boat buddy, Tran
(Yune). Little do they know it’s mating season
in Anaconda-ville, and unfortunately their poor carcasses end up
smack dab in the middle. Watching this movie, one gets a good idea
of why you don’t see most of the cast playing prominent roles
in other films. To their credit however, the script and dialogue,
composed altogether by no less than seven writers, is quite mediocre.
As Harrison Ford says, “You can type this
shit, but you can’t say it.” But in Anacondas: The
Hunt For The Blood Orchid, they do say it, and it sucks.
The most pathetic thing about this movie is that its best performer
is Johnson’s pet Capuchin monkey, who has the most screen
time of any character in the film. Whenever something happens or
is about to happen, they cut to the monkey. And quite frankly, the
monkey could act and emote better than any of the human actors in
the film. A “suspenseful” chase sequence that would
normally feature a human and pursuer, instead features said monkey
and an anaconda in what is quite possibly one of the most unintentionally
hilarious film moments this year. For those keeping score, that
is not high praise, nor is it a good thing as my man Diamond
Dallas Page used to say.
The filmmakers have not improved much on the snake CGI from the
first film seven years ago. The snakes still look like crap and
are not at all scary.
This movie is very cheesy, but if you are so desperate to kill
an hour and a half of your lifetime, it might be right up your alley.
However, I’d say the film is more akin to government-level
cheese, and should’ve been released direct-to-video. If you
dare to push your luck with this film and end up liking it, like
the friend I saw it with, mazel tov. If you go and find it the most
atrocious cinematic experience since Welcome To Mooseport
or Catwoman, remember—I tried to warn you.
—Jeffrey “The Vile One” Harris