So very, very, very silly

Rating: 1/10 (7 June 2008)

Bugs are scary and icky, are't they? So then it must follow that a bug a hundred times bigger than a wasp must be a hundred times scarier. And a wasp blown up a thousand times must be a thousand times scarier. Um, no. And I don't find bugs scary. If that's the best King can come up with, it's just more confirmation that he's a writer with no ideas. Also with reality factionalized into annoyance, why on earth, when I go to the movie for a little brainless entertainment, would I want to see a micro-society break into combative factions and annoy me further?
The massive flaw in the movie is that the incident takes a format that allows the exact same conventional scenes we've seen for decades to transpire. When I see lovers having their last conversation, people begging to die, zealots spouting scripture, a horde of white characters with a token black guy... When I see panicked people trying to be deep ("I mean people are basically good right?")... And always a little nipper who can poop some sentiment into things... I just roll my eyes. No one even turns on a radio or makes a phone call in this formless malarkey. How does Thomas Jayne keep choosing these crappy scripts?
Most obnoxiously, the movie steals a 'Dead can Dance' song from the astonishing movie "Baraka" to make you feel something profound about giant bugs. I mean, really!