Tail Sting

As someone who prides himself on being a connoseur of the So-Bad-It's-Good school of movies, regardless of the genre, I cannot stress enough how gawd-AWFUL this movie really is. We are talking so dreadful, that there isn't a single redeeming nugget of entertainment value to be gleaned from it, and considering some of the dreck I have been privy to, that's a remarkable statement to make with any confidence. But if any movie could make the likes of such anti-classics like PLAN NINE FROM OUTER SPACE or HORROR OF PARTY BEACH seem like Shakespeare, well, this is it.

I couldn't get this out of my DVD player fast enough after about ten minutes. Save yourself the agony. Go find a copy of ATTACK OF THE GIANT LEECHES and rent that, before you even think about this one.

And PLEASE...don't let the artwork on the cover fool you. That's exactly what moviemakers of this ilk rely on. For once, judge a book by its cover, and skip TAIL STING.