Luckily, and because it’s conducive to low budgets, the spider — and soon spiders, plural, as in dozens — attack a rural community on land due to be developed for an American Indian casino. The arachnids lay waste to some young punks on a sex picnic, then at most of the primary cast at a down-home diner.
Fresh from Piranhaconda and Dinocroc vs. Supergator, director/co-writer Jim Wynorski clearly cranked this one out in a matter of days with little regard for the finished product. Helicopters look like toys; the driving scenes are among the most artificial you’ll ever see (note how everything in the windows moves in slow motion); the size of the spiders shifts greatly from one shot to the other; and the lighting ranges from decent to near-solar-flare.
On the plus side, in his role as the mustachioed sheriff, C. Thomas Howell clearly gets the joke. Too bad there was no true joke to tell. —Rod Lott