The poster promises an unstoppable motorcycle-hurling monster, cops clutching their useless submachine guns, and buxom beauties screaming in terror at a hairy beast that “breeds with anything.” As great as all that sounds, it’s not the movie that I watched. Not even close.
Lesson learned:
Sometimes the best part of a movie is the poster.


Even if Bill Rebane’s 


Any semi-faithful adaptation of Daniel Dafoe’s Robinson Crusoe is going to be essentially a one-man play for at least two-thirds of the running time. For the 
One of the bright(er) moments for Full Moon in the late ’90s was