An amateur misconjecture devoid of anything recognizable as production values, WINTERBEAST is sure to win the hearts of all bad movie masochists fortunate enough to track it down.
The spindly story involves a woodsy resort town cursed by ancient Native American demons which manifest as wobbly totem poles, a giant chicken, and a goofy rubber spinal cord thingie with a big, grimacing head. The resident lawmen launch a bumbling investigation of several recent disappearances in the area, and gradually become aware of the mounting danger. In predictable B-horror fashion, they motion to alert and evacuate the area despite the resistance of the creepy mayor and some greedy local business owners who fear a loss of tourism revenue.
WINTERBEAST boasts clay stop-motion effects which appear to have been lifted from some tragic Third-World GUMBY knockoff, and intendance at every phase of production is catastrophically all-thumbs. Staggering, hilarious, and almost psychedelic in its diversiform inelegance, this is a lovable wonderwork of unsung schlock majesty which is surely a cult-film in wait.
5/10.
