Proliférations

Really, really bad movies delight me. To be a really, really bad movie a film must reach new heights of absurdity and make one laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of the events unfolding. Such movies, you think, must be written by those clever fourth graders, Kyle, Kenny, Stan and Eric. They are full of action, admittedly, very predictable action, and must have poor acting (although, one wonders if Meryl Streep could do them with any realism). Mega Piranha was a really, really bad movie. Death Worm of Mongolia, wasn't. It was extremely ho-hum with worse than usual acting, a silly story line and immensely, immense worm critters that were predictable and fairly easy to kill and outrun. The only redeeming feature in the movie was the Mongolian "Sherriff", who spoke perfect cowboy type English and drove around in a truck marked Police, need I say, printed in English. It took forever for the storyline to unfold and was a disappointment when it finally made sense. Also questionable is the apparel of the doctor who is wandering around Mongolia with some medicines to help people stricken with a disease she knows nothing about. I question if a doctor visiting a foreign country would parade around wearing a tank top and pedal pushers. It just looked inappropriate and quite unrealistic. Perhaps she would don such an outfit inside the shack they were using as a hospital, but outside...in public...very poor taste. All in all, I am sorry to say that Mongolian Death Worm was not a really, really bad movie, it was just boring dreck!