"Spider In The Attic" is the sort of film that makes you think, "Wow, this could've been so good." The premise? A scientist gene-splicing killer spiders at home - the kind of mad scientist scenario that screams late-night B-movie goodness. But somewhere along the way, the execution gets tangled in its own web. The story? A meandering mess of pseudo-science and missed potential, where the only thing scarier than the spiders is the lack of coherent plot. It's a slow, painful crawl through a quagmire of lazy writing, with characters that are as engaging as a bag of flour.
The director, bless him, tries valiantly to infuse some atmosphere, with shadowy scenes and an occasional CGI spider that looks decent but could've used a little more menace. Unfortunately, the sound design is so over-the-top that when one spider scuttles up a wall, you'd swear a herd of elephants was on the loose. There's no tension to be found, only a sense of utter tedium that even a toxic spider bite couldn't cure.
Performances are fine - familiar faces from the B-movie circuit, doing their best with what they've got. But no amount of solid acting could save this sluggish, arachnid-infested snooze fest. Skip it and go watch Arachnophobia again.
