Review – Swamp Thing

Swamp Thing, you make my butt sting. Ugh, I’ve gotta quit doing that same joke for every bad movie with the word “thing” in the title. I remember liking the Swamp Thing comics when I was a kid, but then I remember them having a sort of a Southern gothic grimness to them. This is strictly juvenile stuff. A scientist makes an amazing breakthrough in genetics just in time to have it stolen by the bad guys. In the ensuing scuffle, an accident transforms our hero into the title monster. Before director Wes Craven runs out of film, we’re “treated” to no end of terrible rubber suit work. The final fight is astonishingly bad, as the chief evil-doer ends up transformed into some kind of half-assed were-possum who scoops up a sword and goes after the protagonist and the love interest. Whatever miracle allowed Craven’s career to survive this fiasco at least allowed him to go on and make better movies. See if desperate