Directed by William F. Claxton
Rancher Cole Hillman is fed up of rabbits plaguing his fields. Zoologist Roy Bennett conducts an experiment to curb their population, but it gives rise to giant rabbits that terrorise the town.
A Noite dos Coelhos, Una noche escalofriante, Rabbits, Les rongeurs de l'apocalypse, La notte della lunga paura, La noche del conejo, La noche de los conejos, Noc lepusa, Nattens skräck, La larga noche de la furia, Les Rongeurs de l'Apocalypse, A vérnyulak éjszakája, 魔兔之夜, La Noche de los Conejos, 나이트 오브 레퍼스, Ночь кролика
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it's actually quite enjoyable. it fucking sucks, don't get me wrong. but it's kinda charming with all its dumb imperfections.
This notorious trash is, you guessed it, totally fucking rad, a dumbass nature gone amuck manifesto about an ecosystem out for revenge (and I ain't just talking about Dee Kelley's righteous mustache). If you think the cheesy miniature/rabbit FX somehow sink this there's simply no helping you; I can think of few images as surreally, tantalizingly chilling as those armies of bunnies taking a hungry wrong turn at Albuquerque next to obvious toothpick windmills, fences, and water towers.
IF you ever find yourself a teenager at a party, trying to fit in, taking shrooms............. stay there. You're amongst your peers / friends, who are in similar situations. What not to do (along with drugs) is declare "THIS SHIT ISN'T WORKING, FUCK THIS LAME ASS PARTY" and go home to channel surf at 2 am. ...because 2 am is when the cable companies of the 90s liked busting out their 70s killer rabbit yarns, and you could spend the next few hours visualizing a bunny gnawing off your leg.
They don't make 'em like they used to.
Happy Easter everyone!
In a small Arizona town, a group of scientists are trying to solve a rabbit overpopulation problem by injecting them with an unproven serum, but things go terribly wrong when the rabbits grow bigger overnight and start to attack the living. The people in the small town try to help each other by trying to destroy the rabbits before disaster happens.
The movie wasn't that good; making these cute little animals into these big monsters just wasn't working for me. The whole time it felt so silly, like, why turn one of the cutest animals into a killing machine?. The film itself, I couldn't take seriously, but I really did like that part where the little girl was trying to save one of the rabbits. I wish she had rescued them all before things got into a big problem.
Nothing, and I mean ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, is scarier than killer bunny wabbits (well, except maybe those pesky killer tomatoes).
Truly the stuff of nightmares.🐇
"This movie is my Jaws. I think Steven Spielberg learned everything he knows from Night of the Lepus." (my brother Gus)
Pop Culture 101: #5
(Previously reviewed here and here.)
During the Seder, I suggested to my family that we sit down to enjoy quite possibly the most important piece of media that has ever entertained us all as a group, the giant killer rabbit masterpiece Night of the Lepus. Does this actually have anything to do with pop culture? Has William F. Claxton's magnum opus actually influenced any art since? No, probably not. But gathering around the TV with my mom, my brother Gus and his partner Greg to laugh at the greatest animal attack movie in all of…
There is just no way on earth that I am going to give a movie about massive, bloodthirsty, killer bunny rabbits, anything less than three stars. It just cannot be done. Hell, on a good day I might even give it four.
It's quintessential B-movie schlock, played up with all the seriousness of a heart attack. Everybody is playing their parts as honest and straightforward as possible, nobody is cheesing it up for the cameras. These cute, throat tearing rabbits are treated as a legitimate threat, not as a joke. Even Janet Leigh gets in on the fun, though she claims to have regretted being involved... I can't understand why.
I love when the cop goes to the drive-in and…
watched at the drive-in introduced by john waters for the provincetown film festival :)
A Mini-Collaboration, Year of The Rabbit Style!
Nick's Review
Max's Review
Do not underestimate the heart next to my score. There is a lot to appreciate here from a B-film level, but there is also one or two cliches too many to make this venture supremely charming or even above "average". The biggest knock is probably the futile attempt at explaining the scientific logic behind massive bunny rabbits. In hindsight these tedious lectures are funny but not nearly as much in real time. I will praise the sound effects of the film's "menace" as by itself is a bizarre yet somewhat comforting noise. The sounds are really akin to bunny ASMR, so if that is your thing you will love…
I know they tried hard to make those rabbits look menacing but for most of the runtime they just look way too adorable to be taken seriously. That scale photography didn’t help in the slightest. The bunny from Monty Python and the Holy Grail was more terrifying and that was just a slapstick gag.
"Can you hear it? That's the cry of fear." — Roy
Night of the Lepus is a laughably bad "horror" movie about giant, killer rabbits, which are about as threatening as they sound. It has an okay start by raising some good questions about how can the growing human population sustain itself and it tries to have a message about the ecological imbalance caused by humanity.
Unfortunately after a promising opening, it quickly burrows into schlock territory with some truly terrible acting, dialogue, special effects and editing. Scenes start and end with no sense of transition, it just cuts from one to the other, one moment 'we're in a lab' *bing* 'now we're on a ranch'. Reaction takes are recycled…
"What's the matter?"
"If I told you, Father, you'd think I've been drinking!"
If loving this movie is wrong, then I don't want to be right.
You have to understand, I'm a Night of the Lepus fan from way back. I discovered its furry goodness on TCM late one night when I was in high school, and it's been a classic for me and my brother ever since, positively in stitches over every choice line of cheesy dialogue and uproariously boneheaded decision. I even have a shirt with the poster on it! I was obsessed then, and I still am now. You really can't ask for more in this life than the images of Janet Leigh fending off giant bloodthirsty…
