A great drinking game would be to watch this and take a drink every time any character says the name of this type of creature: The TABANGA.

In the last 30 minutes, you would be fucking plastered to the ceiling.

A South Pacific island where you have a local tribe and a bunch of white scientists... and a grumpy-as-fuck Tree Monster all butting heads and branches.

The monster, the Tabanga (drink!) is ridiculously not scary. The giant tree suit is just flat and has a face carved into it that doesn't move. It's bottom of the barrel monster material, even when compared to other rubber suited monsters of this time period. It's pretty bad, folks.

The movie itself spends the first 40 minutes boring us to tears so that when the Tabanga (drink again!) finally shows up, we are cranky that our nice nap has been interrupted.

With bad direction, bad lighting, bad dialogue. bad acting, bad effects, bad cinematography, bad pacing, a bad Tabanga (drink, motherscratcher!).... the actual BEST PART of this low grade horror flick is the title itself.

And that's about it.

Oh... and Tabanga! Tabanga! Tabanga! Tabanga!
(you know what to do)

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Hoop #10 of CINEMONSTER's Hooptober 11: The Return To Texas Because We Need That Extra Push Over The Cliff

My Really Odd List and Complete Set of Reviews can be found here: Slappy McGee's Hoop-Tober 11.0 List.

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