This homemade film is a parody of movies, and a disrespect to dead dinosaurs.
The write up explains what the movie can't show and promises what it can't give. Even the film's start is a write up.
The name is taken from another, real movie, also called Predator X. Why not call it Rubberhead Rex?
A guy working at a multi-story housing estate or some ordinary building where they haven't even bothered to put up a sign, with absolutely no equipment, just empty rooms, makes the upper third of a dribbling rubber dinosaur, plus part of the back.
It escapes its flimsy single chain, leaving lots of static intestines and limbs behind, and grows off screen somehow, apparently.
All this insanity puts Asylum at studio level, relatively, who at least use whole dinosaurs.
But the worst is yet to go.
If there is a T rex head on the loose, with no legs or arms or tail, well no body, why call on the Army and Air Force? Ex-crims are badder and better than soldiers.
This crack-smoking team of soldiers is The Halfwit Half-Dozen or Stupid Six (I can't recall), The Fooling Five (I didn't count), or The Insignificant Seven (I didn't care).
So, picking on stupid mistakes The Cocky Cockneys make after is even more stupid.
This film is a threat, not a fact.
What a complete cockup, cocker.
The film does highlight a current disturbing trend that any quality is acceptable:
A filmmaker who doesn't bother to learn his craft and clone a real dinosaur while staying within the limits he must can only make prolific failures.
How this amateur shocker is released on DVD is even more disturbing.
Guide: No swearing sex, or nudity. Oh, but gore galore is heaped on after no fact.
