A steaming pile of poo.

Rating: 1/10 (18 January 2008)

The only way to describe this pile of drek is Blair Witch 2 meets Son of Mothra's third cousin except the dialog in Mothra is MUCH better. The camera work is lifted right out of the Blair Witch playbook. I'm not sure how the dialog could be more brainless. There are a few comical lines, but if you removed the words dude and man, you'd have a silent picture on your hands. Some of the plot points were just so moronic, I couldn't believe they made it past the edit room floor.
***SPOILERS*** How does a monster the size of a city block only "nibble" on Hud? How to the F-18's out to destroy the monster not see it in Central Park as they fly towards the city? Why does the monster decide to jump up above all the buildings in NY to swat at the helicopter? How do they survive the helicopter crash? How ... you get the picture.
There are a few moments of decent eye candy, but I have to say that's the only redeeming factor to the entire movie.
Thankfully, I only paid matinée prices and didn't get popcorn.