Girls in tiny bikinis and tight tank tops and cutoffs are what keeps SUPERGATOR halfway interesting. The gator, a mutant created from the DNA of a prehistoric creature, isn't half bad looking, either. The problem is, you have a bunch of actors (some of them clearly extras) running around, trying to escape a CGI creation that clearly is not there. Closeups of its (fiber glass) jaws chomping on cast members, with a lot of fake-looking blood flowing, doesn't really help. Anyhow, an aging Brad Johnson, who has appeared in far worse than this, plays a geologist checking out a volcano with the help of several folks, including a former student who is not much on acting but easy on the eyes. She spends a lot of time huddled in Johnson's massive arms. Meanwhile, a woman scientist and a great white hunter are out searching for the gator, which has escaped her lab. The two groups collide, and the gator has plenty to chow down on before heading for town. In the sames stretch of woods are two bikini-clad babes being photographed for a magazine, three young males who are busy getting blitzed and a pair of barely-clad female hikers who are frequently filmed from behind. I kept expecting one or more of the gals to take her top off or have sex or something, but nothing like this happens. On the other hand, the two bikini-clad babes do a lot of jumping up and down and running. At one point, one of them hides from the gator under a fallen tree and poses as if she were still being shot for a magazine cover. Believe me, I am not complaining. The film falls apart once the gator hits town, arriving right in the middle of a celebration that Johnson has tried to convince town officials to call off (sound familiar?) The body count is awesome but not very well done. See it for the babes and the nasty-looking gator.
